I'm not working on a list of who's naughty or nice The revolution or the insurrection or the collapse or whatever you call it isn't Santa Claus There's no gifts stacking up for the righteous And the wicked have enough coal Hell it's making them rich; where the fuck have you been? And I don't come to speak in terms of effectiveness or efficiency Any goals worth having no one is sure how to achieve There's not enough windows in the world to smash and change the world But maybe one would be just enough to take back a little dignity I don't know, hell I don't know How to do this right I'll turn thirty, snapping strings like I never held a guitar in my life I don't know, no I don't know If it's wrong or right I could leave behind everyone I love to just drive all night And I stayed awake all night listing every single mess we're in Sometimes I can't see a damn thing in this world but a razor wire And if singing changed a thing they'd make it illegal Sometimes I don't want to breathe anything but fire Anyone can break a window, can you replace one? Motherfucker I'm not all talk, just 95% There's not enough spray paint in the world to list all our grievances Maybe I can write just one on the walk to pay the rent I don't know, no I don't know How to do this right I'll turn thirty, snapping strings like I never held a guitar in my life I don't know, no I don't know If it's wrong or right I could leave behind everything I know and just drive all night