Art Sorority - Cecil B. DeMille, Pt. 3 Lyrics

This is the last time we back down
It's getting too big now to ignore it
We saw the knock-down, the drag-out
We knew the dead men who paid for it
We've heard the tough talk of dead letters
But this is the ding-dong, the doorbell
What do you do when the stock plummets?
You break out the eight-track and raise hell

We are the tick-tock, the time bomb
We wanna protest, but can't show it
This is the recluse, the goth girl
This is the rebel, the punk poet
We are the ones who react first
We never speak till the last moment
We've seen the wise ones at their worst
We know what happens if we blow it

We are the sunset, the soft kiss
We are the children who came from it
We are the names on the NOC list
We are the tune that you're still humming
This is the wasteland, the malltown
These are the things we can do for it
We are the backbeat, the breakdown
We are the buildup, the last chorus

This is the love song you write down
When you wake up with no plans and no money
This is the joke that you pass down
When you hear it the tenth time, it's still funny
We are the ones who react first
We know what happens if we blow it
We know for a fact that it gets worse
And there's nothing to do now but keep going