Mr. Brown

Mr. Brown had a plan
 How to fist first change the man
 Every night he engaged
 In a whisper
 In a world beat with pain
 There's no company with shame
 So we laughed and refrained
 In a whisper
 So we march through the streets
 With our two part harmonies
 Holding on to the real, with a whisper
 And we knock down the doors
 Find the truth that we fought for,
 Just to fall in the end, like a whisper
 So it's hard to find what we're made of
 Don't give it up
 Your soul could be greater
 Show them you won't
 Back down from the place you started out
 Starting now
 So we write pen in hand
 Like the men before us planned
 We plot out every chord
 Without whisper
 We progress with a rage
 Find the Lennon of our days
 Then we see why we stayed
 Through the blisters