Sing Songs Along

We'll wake up your mothers, we'll start a commotion We'll take you apart, we'll swallow the ocean And just when you've labeled us one of your types We'll fly our flag right up up out of your sky So puff out your chest in some weird dusty fight We're taking no part in your cracked antique life We're believing everything that we have heard We're taking our turn with the kids that don't learn You know I'm going to take my turn Let us be free, let us sing songs along The bottoms of barrels , let us be free So out come you clowns, all you wolves, all you martyrs You holy rat rattlers, holy found fathers We're selling ourselves so ourselves can find We're living at night trying to pull out the light We'll turn up the heat as we burn up you boxes We'll loosen our wrists as we fill in your foxholes You've got your bad apples to ruin your bunch Yeah we're all right here so you better eat up Oh yeah, there's nothing you can do If you want me here, you can have me here If you want me now, you can have me now If you want me down, I will get really low You better believe I'll be down by your shoes If you want it all, you can have it all If you want some more, come and get some more 'cause the dirt feels good when you're underground You better believe that we're all getting down You know that us feral kids love straying about So start giving in, yeah you better get down --- Sing Songs Along - Tilly and the Wall