They say you should call
They say we know
We came here
We came here

And though our cares are green
We can imagine them
And with our hands up
We won't repeat it

Without a care, son
We're laughing on our way out

And though our wrongs were right
We can't be freaked out
And though our rights were wrong
We carry things on

We don't stare inside
We have to wake up
Well, every time you call I'm taken back
We can't get freaked out
Well, every time you call I'm taken back

Well, every time you call I'm taken back
Well, every time you call I'm taken back
Well, isn't it a cross they want so bad?
Isn't it a boundless waste for some?