Lyrics:

Don't need the everlasting trade expansion
Don't need the cold white heroin breath
Don't need Pizarro 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
Takes all colours to make a rainbow
Takes every part to make a working brain
The whole of history is a growing together
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 the kitchen, man in a 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
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

We need to put our hearts together
We need to put our hearts together
We need to put our hearts together
We need to put our hearts together