History Has Their Number Songtext
von Grant‐Lee Phillips

You can′t live in anger
You can't live in anger
Nobody can
It′s not for you to shoulder
It's not for you to shoulder
The hateful earn whatever come of them


But why should you have to suffer
Why should you have to suffer
Why do tou have to march 'cause your love
To be shouted over
To be lorded over
No one should have to beg for what is just
To feel is not a weakness
Beating back a sickness
Whatever sad excuses you may hear
However bleak a picture
All of the lines of scripture
Anything about acceptance there
And those who would wish to judge you
Those who would begruge you
All the freedoms they themselves enjoy
Soon will crumble under
History has their number
It means more to create than to destroy