Request the honor of your presence
  the tear gas has blown away
  put down your crumpets and your coffee now
  so unfashionably late
  little brother, little sister
  underwater we go
  out of our ordinary selves
  stepping out
  to where the people sing
  woohooooooooooo
  -and the people sing
  -and the times are good
  you say i'm acting like a beggar
  i call it killing the fool
  you carry more baggage
  than a momma's boy
  on your first day of school
  let go of the light of the t.v.
  drop the hands
  the chains that bind me
  turn it all around
  stop, lift you up 'n die to self
  in a time when the left and the right's the same
  when it's all blurred vision in a crazy haze
  send out the invitations!
  you say i'm acting like a beggar
  i call it killing the fool
  to save your life you gotta lose it
  so the people sing.