I talk of freedom
you talk of the flag
I talk of revolution

you'd much rather brag
and as 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 as the final sunset rolls behind the earth
and the clock is finally dead

I'll look at you, you'll look at me
and we'll cry a lot
but this will be what we said

this will be what we said

Look where all this talking got us, baby.