And so they came with perfect schemes And precious dreams that made them one One by one Oh, and there they stood lost in the haze With spirits blazing like the sun Mothers and daughters, Fathers and sons They held the light Yes they did And it shined all night Oh, all night And they took the blows Yes they did Never letting go Oh no, oh no Oh no And so they came with perfect schemes And precious dreams that made them one One by one Oh, look up and see the eagles fly And fill the sky beneath the sun Mothers and daughters, Fathers and sons You hold the light Yes you do And you've got the right Oh, got the right And you'll feel the blows Yes you will Don't you dare let go Oh no, oh no Said that we have the right Yes we do It's down in black and white Oh oh, oh oh And we made it so Yes we did And we won't let go Oh no, oh no

Young man on his way home from the market, Just enjoying a beautiful afternoon Gets kinda dark, sun just set There's these other young men standing On the corner, nothing to do, just hangin' around They're passing out their weapons to each other: Brass knuckles - pipes - chains - half a bricks - Broken bottles - switchblades Young man lands in jail for some crime he did not commit 352 years hard labor in Angola prison - 352 years at hard labor Sleepless nights between sugar cane and cotton It's where he learns the ropes and pays with his soul For some crime he did not commit We think we're safe at home with our bumper stickers saying - Just say no - We give up a few freedoms here and there in the name of a - Squeaky clean America - Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical Screaming for blood and justice Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical Screaming for blood and justice They show us the faces of hatred over and over - a new one every week Could be Manuel Noriega Could be the Ayatollah Any old scapegoat 'll do The young man will be our sacrificial lamb Pro choice - no choice We're sending our sons and daughters to their slaughter Pro choice - no choice Slogans mean nothing to a young man facing 352 years hard labor in Angola To a young man facing 352 years hard labor in Angola For a crime he did not commit It's freedom of speech - as long as you don't say too much You can't stop running water You can't kill the fire that burns inside Don't deny our flesh and blood And don't forsake our sons and daughters You can't stop running water You can't kill the fire that burns inside Don't deny our flesh and blood And don't forsake our sons and daughters It's freedom of speech - as long as you don't say too much I think we're all runnin' thinkin' that we can hide I think we're runnin' tryin' to get away But sooner or later we gonna realize We gonna meet up with the truth face to face

We take a drive just to sing along Every word of them Rolling Stones Stacey's mom had it goin' on Lived three doors down, I can see her now Her daughter had a heart that was wild and free If you Blink-182, then you'd miss me and her Every verse had a story Yeah, them pocket lighter nights lit up our days of glory Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town Had that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Nothin' like freedom two windows down You singin' along, still hear it now Way too loud and sometimes off key But you sounded like an angel to me You'd make fun of how I threw my head And threw my fingers up in the air Thought I was Kurt Cobain or Jimmy Page You were at side seat, center stage Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town And that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars Back when we were rockstars We never ended up on MTV Or heard our voices on a CD But in your eyes and in my arms We were each other's rockstars Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town Had that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leeanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Yeah, back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) You and me were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) oh yeah (Running all night, chasing down a dream) Yeah, we were runnin' all night, chasing down a dream Howlin' at the moon, baby, you and me