the sun came up exposed the cloud the city put up   grey mountains lost grey skies covered them up   so what if we can make a million cars in one day   or a million bombs to blow ourself up   should we call this free?   the answer's obvious decisions made for and against us   the sun came up behind the trees on the city it looks so ugly to me   a million people a million dreams   but not a word spoken it seems   i'll be a friend to you be a friend to me   the bosses learned to fool the slaves into 8 hour days   but do we need them or do they need us?   it seems like we dwell on these useless things   life-styles of wealth pursuit of money   competition says to beat each other down for personal gain   sorry i didn't call last night, i've got a lot of nothing taking all my time   motivation sometimes sinks deep in the couch cushions   sometimes sleep is my best friend   and it hurt me when my friends transformed into my parents   they don't call here anymore so it all comes down to this turn   18 find life employment shut your mouth cover your eyes   i think we deserve a bit more than this   do you really think you run your life?   and when all the skies turn grey and the earth rejects this mess we've made   and all the cities fallt ot he sea   when every person has the means to build a life, follow their dreams   and not be worked into their grave   when all governments   and multi-million dollar corporations have been torn down   by commen men, when it all falls down   you and i sitting on the mountain side staring at the sun.