I only call long distance   This town is bad for business   Do anything in defense of   This declaration of independance      I want an army to kill for    I want a leader to fight for   Something to crystalize   Instincts that i should die for      Our tounges are cut from our mouths    Just as we learn to speak   Replaced with sacks of venom   Just as we learn to think   There are no rhymes anymore   There are no voices to say them      I want some satisfaction   I need some satisfaction   I can't no satisfaction   Talking bout by demographic      Bigger than my swollen heart   Beyond my own front yard   Empty museum world   We only fill shopping carts      Twenty thousand lonely leauges   Through winding city streets   The world is on it's feet    Shining like mercury      Out loud there is no sound    We compose in our heads   Try to listen and we   Only stop making sense   A foreign tounge that they can't participate in