I talk of freedom   You talk of the flag   I talk of revolution   You'd much rather brag   And if the decibels of this disenchanting discourse   Continue to dampen the day   The coin flips again and again and again and again   As our sanity walks away      All this discussion   Though politically correct   Is dead beyond destruction   Though it leaves me quite erect   And if the final sunset rolls behind the Earth   And the clock is finally dead   I'll look at me, you'll look at you, and we'll cry alot   But this will be what we said...   This will be what we said:      Look where all this talking got us, baby   Look where all this talking got us, baby   Look where all this talking got us, baby   Look where all this talking got us, baby