the people are waiting for this to begin   a variety of reasons unknown   with blood on their hands      i refuse to say anything   i refuse to confess   you know my age means nothing   but their age means less      it's fleeting   misleading   comfortably beyond our reach   pay attention   when we mention   to take those bodies and build that mountain high      they heard of a place   where the senses could go   the already sovereign   boys don't cry you know   they wanted to be free   they were already strong   a nod to the evening   we'll crack you before long      i know you're at home   and you're sitting there   you're old enough to care   doesn't it feel great to feel anything   let's build that mountain now