I rode from TJ up to Berkeley   And it started out so gray   Till I lost that cool protection   When the sun burned it all away      While the winter's light shined down   On those revivals from my day   I had dreams of your insurrection   Taken down by Monterey      I don't care for the season   I don't find it that fun   And I've got 21 reasons   I've got 21 reasons   And there go 22 singers on the run      First I saw the digits crawling   Slowly up the rocky coast   Just some separated fingers   Looking for their finger post      From the water jumped a bloody hand   Needing desperately a host   When I saw the bald bell ringers   Well, I knew then that you were toast      I don't care for the season   I don't find it that fun   And I've got 21 reasons   I've got 21 reasons   And there go 22 singers on the run      Then went up the baby Babels   Where the iron bells were hung   They couldn't get them any higher   And those iron bells were rung      With the singers, now all gathered   They collected every tongue   And so now it was required   For every soul to turn the dung      I don't care for the season   I don't find it that fun   And I've got 21 reasons   I've got 21 reasons   And there go 22 singers on the run      Well, you sure can hear a rumble   On the Royal Road today   And those grand halls of correction   Well, I think that they're here to stay      From the time that you are born   The certain bells you must obey   Best you plan for the Resurrection   Best you lower your head and pray      I don't care for the season   I don't find it that fun   And I've got 21 reasons   I've got 21 reasons   And there go 22 singers on the run      21 reasons, 21 reasons   22 singers on the run