In the streets of the city where I live
Above the masthead of dignity
Stands erected a swollen white pig
The sky wraps its blue around me
Like shrouds on the bodies of all the martyrs
Taking me to the doorway where Stephen was stoned
To the desert crags where David hid and rested
You pass by but never turn your face
While your giddy laughter makes me cry
You talk so loud so I can always hear
Cause you know when I have nothing to say
My grandfather, he was the son of a mason
My next-door neighbor, she loves to have sex
Trembling waters rise up all around me
And drown me in the deep of the Pacific
There is no use in wanting or trying when
I'm covered by a canopy of your stupid lies
Before the misty fog lifts I am still here
In the brightness of lightning nothing gets exposed
You believe you have the power to deprive
But some day I will break free
You know that I know what I am and what I'm not
One of these days I will be broken free