Anthem Lyrics

The poet don't know it, they're the most exploited alive

The movers steal their souls, the pushers steal their minds

Would you trade blown veins for a suit and a tie?

A rig, a noose, or a death bed to die?

Or take your chances with a hardened heart?

Credit card bills and a car that won't start?

All the while you're falling apart

So push right through the open door

Stab your way to the other side

Always wanting more and more

Just to find there's nothing there

The pure aren't sure but they're the most ravaged alive

The movers steal their souls, the pushers suck them dry

Would you sell yourself to avoid the fray?

Or suck at the cracks of another lost day?

So few choices between a knife and a spoon

To stab the beast in the heart of the moon

All the while you're headed toward a tomb

So push right through the open door

Stab your way to the other side

Always wanting more and more

Just to find there's nothing there

White boy guitar-oriented rock and roll

A shovel or a shotgun to dig your hole?

Would you trade blue skies for the biggest parade?

A lonely heart for a lonely charade?

Or take your chances on your own?

A golden hole or a pyrite throne?

Hoping somebody will throw you a bone

So push right through the open door

Stab your way to the other side

Always wanting more and more

Just to find there's nothing there