I rode from TJ up to Berkeley 
And it started out so grey 
Till I lost that cool protection 
When the sun burned it all away 
While the winter's light shined down on those 
Revivals from my day 
I had dreams of your insurrection 
Taken down by Monterey 
I don't care for the season 
I don't find it that fun 
And I've got 21 reasons 
I've got 21 reasons 
And there go 22 singers on the run 
First I saw the digits crawling 
Slowly up the rocky coast 
Just some separated fingers 
Looking for their fingerpost 
From the water jumped a bloody hand 
Needing desperately a host 
When I saw the bald bell ringers 
Well I knew then that you were toast 
I don't care for the season 
I don't find it that fun 
And I've got 21 reasons 
I've got 21 reasons 
And there go 22 singers on the run 
Then went up the baby babels 
Where the iron bells were hung 
They couldn't get them any higher 
And those iron bells were rung 
With the singers now all gathered 
They collected every tongue 
And so now it was required 
For every soul to turn the dung 
I don't care for the season 
I don't find it that fun 
And I've got 21 reasons 
I've got 21 reasons 
And there go 22 singers on the run 
Well you sure can hear a rumble 
On the royal road today 
And those grand halls of correction 
Well I think that they're here to stay 
From the time that you are born 
There are certain bells you must obey 
Best you plan for the resurrection 
Best you lower your head and pray 
I don't care for the season 
I don't find it that fun 
And I've got 21 reasons 
I've got 21 reasons 
And there go 22 singers on the run 
21 reasons 
21 reasons 
22 singers on the run