It was a birthday gift of a Mexican Telecaster that from this day on   I will play along to all my young pioneers records   and there will be a poetry spoken silently between me and the stereo   I'll work mornings and you can work through the night      Mary, there is no hope for us   if this G.M. van don't make it across the state line   we might as well lay down and die   because if Florida takes us   we're taking everyone down with us   where we're coming from will be the death of us!      and I cannot help but hold on to a handful of times   when what was spoken was a revolution in itself   and what we were doing was the only thing that mattered   and how good it felt to kill the memory   of nights spent holding your shirt for the smell   I heard you used to cry when you made love to him   but this band will play on   because all we can do is what we've always done   and on and on and onanonanona...      Mary there is no hope for us   if this G.M. van don't make it across the state line   we might as well lay down and die   because if Florida takes us    we're taking everyone down with us   where we're coming from will be the death of us!