Confessions of a Futon‐Revolutionist Songtext
von The Weakerthans

Held like water in your shaking hands
Are all the small defeats a day demands
Ten to six or nine to five
Trying, dying to survive
Never knowing what survival means

Leave the apartment to buy alcohol
Hung our diplomas on the bathroom wall
Pick at the plaster chipped away
Space, some stunning tooth decay
Enlist the cat in the impending class-war
Let′s lay our bad day down here, dear
Let's make believe we′re strong


Or hum some protest song
Like, maybe, "We Shall Overcome Someday"
Overcome the stupid things we say
Say I needed more than this
Say I needed one more kiss
We left that light on way too long now

Let's plant a bomb at city-hall and
Kill an MLA

We'll talk the night away
You call in sick, I′ll quit the word-games that I play
I swear, I way more than half believe it when I say

That somewhere love and justice shine
Cynicism falls asleep
Tyranny talks to itself
Sappy slogans all come true
We forget to feed our fear