Lyrics:

List monitors arrive with petition.
Iron-fisted philosophy... Is your life worth a painting?
Is this 'girl vs. boy' with different symbols? Being born is power...
Scout leader nazi tagged as 'big sin'. Your risk chains me hostage.
Me, I'm fighting with my head, I am not ambiguous.
I must look like a dork.

Me, naked with textbook poems spout fountain against the Nazis,
With weird kinds of sex symbols in speeches that are big dance thumps.
If we heard mortar shells, we'd cuss more in our songs and cut down the guitar solos.

So dig this big crux.
Organizing the boy scouts for murder is wrong, ten years beyond the big sweat point.
Man, it was still there, ever without you coming back around, look!
Coming together, for just a second, a peek.
A guess at the wholeness that's way too big, at the wholeness that's way too big.