the actual lyrics

so here are the actual lyrics to the song that inspired (?) the title of the blog, that run though my head everytime i log on here, and almost every time i enter the apartment. i've been meaning to post 'em here for a while now.


CONFESSIONS OF A FUTON REVOLUTIONIST
(The Weakerthans)

Held like water in your shaking hands
Are all the small defeats a day demands
Ten to six or nine to five, trying dying to survive
Never knowing what survival means

Leave the apartment to buy alcohol
Hang our diplomas on the bathroom wall
Pick at the plaster chipped away
Survey some stunning tooth decay
Enlist the cat in the impending class war

Let's lay our bad day down here dear
Let's make believe we're strong
Or hum some protest song

Like maybe "We Shall Overcome Someday"
Overcome the stupid things we say
Say I needed more than this
Say I needed one more kiss
We left that light on way too long now

Let's plant a bomb at city hall, kill an MLA
Talk the night away
You call in sick, I'll quit the word games that I play
I swear I way more than half believe it when I say
That somewhere love and justice shine
Cynicism falls asleep
Tyranny talks to itself
Sappy slogans all come true
We forget to feed our fear...


da da da da da da da.... great song, really.