Don't need the everlasting trade expansion Don't need the cold white heroin breath Don't need Pizzarro or the Inquisition No berserk worship of a hero's death Don't need reactionary politicians Don't need the gunfight at the O.K. Don't need no Reverend Paisley hate-masturbation Don't need no Jihad or no IRA



We need to put our hearts together Set up a rhythm in combination And if we put our hearts together We get a rhythm that will shake creation



Who needs supremacy of pink people There's no such thing as a pure racial strain It takes all colours to make a rainbow Takes every part to make a working brain The whole of history is a growing together If you want pure, you're gonna have caves again Anyway who needs a geek like the Grand Dragon So full of shit his breath makes acid rain



We need to put our hearts together Set up a rhythm in combination And if we put our hearts together We get a rhythm that will shake creation



Woman-in-kitchen, man-in-palace Worshipping the performance of the phallus Gaming for power till their hearts grow callous As if a human's just an animal with malice Limp lance, phallocrat, finger on the trigger Go ahead and stay small while everything gets bigger It's a bully's game and I don't want to play Why don't you think about the better way



We need to put our hearts together Set up a rhythm in combination And if we put our hearts together We get a rhythm that will shake creation