Stifled and entitled while they play at boring games We're stifled and entitled while they play at boring games But there's fire in our dreams, fire in our dreams, fire in our dreams And a crying shame! Panicked born on troubl'd shores Our cities groan beneath the rain While pennies pile the hoarders smile and proclaim That what we want will never be In between we fuck and dream at living free again And kick at it until we end Seen some things had tiny wings but tore some light in everything, amen! Stifled and entitled, our proud town's overboard Our town's been stifled since the day it got born It's been too long since a stranger held my hand Goddamn! I need a stranger to hold my hand But there's fire in our dreams, fire in our dreams, fire in our dreams And a crying shame! The end again is what we're born in and dull smoke and wide white men Our! Dreams! Are! All! Of! Us! Until the end! Our! Dreams! Are! All! Of! Us! Until the end! Fuck off - get free - we pour light on everything we see and then we ... (Hold me under bright water never let us end)
Fuck Off Get Free (For the Island of Montreal) Lyrics by A Silver Mt. Zion | Lyricster