Protest Song '68

[Intro] To sing you must first open your mouth You must have a pair of lungs And a little knowledge of music It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar The essential thing is that I want to sing Then this is the song I'm singing [Verse 1] I breathe in and I create Re-woke the spirit of '68 Fresh meaning to torn ideas Let's bring life to old clichés Punch a hole in tradition Yeah, let's listen To the songs of discontent To the chords and the movement To the chords and the movement [Spoken] It could all be so simple We would all stand baffled by the precision and accuracy Our jaws would hurt from dropping So hard, fast and unexpectedly It would be the perfect metaphor It would be the perfect song we'd be singing [Verse 2] I breathe out and I scream Re-woke Malatesta's dream Inspiration from the past Focus to the future at last Fixed dogmas can't substitute Creative thoughts and action [Spoken] We could be dangerous Art as a real threat [Bridge] And all it is is words Words said a million times before And all it is is a song A song sung a million times before [Verse 3] I breathe in and I create Re-woke the spirit, '68 I breathe out and I scream Re-woke Malatesta's dream