we're just like the rest of the anglo-saxons
just some mainstream teens hedgeaway from liquefaction
hand your culture 'cross the counter in a smooth transaction
with your one black friend scream affirmative action

but we're holdin' on-oh we're holdin' on
we're standing in our skins- these skins we're standing in
and we're building our berlin- depression at our shins
but we're holding on to babylon

we're as wrong as we have been
sins to confession
and they ride our conscience
like a writer rides a pen
but we'll be right again

and we're dressed like the dream of julius caesar
wreath of thorny leaves dig the skin of my t-shirt
and a pile of books burnt in a pile by a teacher
burning bleeding hooks and spine I found the bramble
where's a tweezer?

but we're holding on oh- we're holding on
I see jesus christ oh!
on the jumbotron
and god works nights down at the pentagon
we're holding on

and we're seeking for our hides
and hiding from our eyes
and the tables by our beds they
shed the tears we cry
and the ventilator blades
have made the shit to fly
it floats by on parade as we ride our horses by
ride our horses high

and we're just like the mothers of the babies who've been murdered
an army full of packers, stealers, and deserters
from the windows of our homes
we'll shout with a fervor
this is white flight and the birds are the deservers

but we're holding on
oh we're holding on!
and it won't be long- oh babylon
and the rubicon- oh you're running strong
come and gone all the friendly furlongs