The Tired Words
They won't raise their hands to stop you
They won't say a word, no one said they heard you're a communist
They all wouldn't dare. they're all to scared they're on the list
Flags wave high to shadow lies
Basement meetings held, everybody yelled. it's all just talk
So come out of the dark and tell us the reasons we're doomed
You're the only one in tune
We can't sift through the tired words
Just one answer, with the grace of a dancer from one voice
No one believes the stories told so well
The stories told they fell