Sing Songs Along

we'll wake up your mothers, we'll start a commotion
 we'll take you apart, we'll swallow the ocean
 and just when you've labeled us one of your types
 we'll fly our flag right up up out of your sky
 so puff out your chest in some weird dusty fight
 we're taking no part in your cracked antique life
 we're believing everything that we have heard
 we're taking our turn with the kids that don't learn
 you know I'm going to take my turn
 let us be free, let us sing songs along
 the bottoms of barrels, let us be free
 so out come you clowns, all you wolves, all you martyrs
 you holy rat rattlers, holy found fathers
 we're selling ourselves so ourselves can find
 we're living at night trying to pull out the light
 we'll turn up the heat as we burn up you boxes
 we'll loosen our wrists as we fill in your foxholes
 you've got your bad apples to ruin your bunch
 yeah we're all right here so you better eat up
 oh yeah, there's nothing you can do
 if you want me here, you can have me here
 if you want me now, you can have me now
 if you want me down, I will get really low
 you better believe I'll be down by your shoes
 if you want it all, you can have it all
 if you want some more, come and get some more
 'cause the dirt feels good when you're underground
 you better believe that we're all getting down
 you know that us feral kids love straying about
 so start giving in, yeah you better get down