[Verse 1]
Everyone's standing in line
Under the smell of it, it's making me sick
And physical size makes you right
And the walls are like paper and ice

[Chorus]
Speak to me, revolution boy
Come out to me, daughter of joy
I am the collector of things
And all of the pain it brings

[Verse 2]
Now tell me the lessons we've botched
And lead me to the oxygen tent
And who will be the speaker of the day?
And can I exchange my surprise?

[Chorus]
Speak to me, revolution boy
Come out to me, daughter of joy
I am the collector of things
And all of the pain it brings