This isn't your song, this isn't your music
how can there be wrong, when by comittee they choose it all
(they choose it all)
You're gonna grow old, you're going to grow cold
bearing signs on the avenues, for your own personal waterloo
You're bearing signs on the avenue, for your own personal waterloo, now
We'll fight (we'll fight) for your music halls and dying cities
They'll fight (they'll fight) for your neural walls and plasticites
And precious territory
And precious territory
And precious territory

This isn't our song, this isn't even a musical
Think life is too long, to be a whale in a cubicle (nails under your cuticle)
Gonna grow old, you're gonna grow so cold
before the sun can deliver you, you're bearing signs on the avenue, you're bearing signs
for your own personal waterloo, now
We'll fight (We'll fight) for your music halls and dying cities
They'll fight (They'll fight) for your neural walls and plasticites
And precious territory
And precious territory
And precious territory