Wish

Your clenched-fist salute

Says “Fight! Fight the Power!”

But your charcoal suit

Says something different altogether



It says “i won’t dance when the banks collapse...”

So we better be careful what we wish for



Lost my job and my band

To the laying of a hand

I’ve still got my love

But I’m not sure how much she’ll stand

And I don’t have your stone walls

To keep the wolves from my door



No, I won’t dance when the banks collapse

So we better be careful what we wish for

I’d love to see you when the streets are turning

I’ve love to be you when the whole world’s burning

I’d love to see your new world order

I’d love to be your new business model

I won’t dance when the banks collapse

I won’t dance when the banks collapse

Thom, can I sleep at your house?