I rode from TJ up to Berkeley
And it started out so gray
Till I lost that cool protection
When the sun burned it all awayWhile the winter's light shined down
On those revivals from my day
I had dreams of your insurrection
Taken down by MontereyI don't care for the season
I don't find it that fun
And I've got 21 reasons
I've got 21 reasons
And there go 22 singers on the runFirst I saw the digits crawling
Slowly up the rocky coast
Just some separated fingers
Looking for their finger postFrom the water jumped a bloody hand
Needing desperately a host
When I saw the bald bell ringers
Well, I knew then that you were toastI don't care for the season
I don't find it that fun
And I've got 21 reasons
I've got 21 reasons
And there go 22 singers on the runThen went up the baby Babels
Where the iron bells were hung
They couldn't get them any higher
And those iron bells were rungWith the singers, now all gathered
They collected every tongue
And so now it was required
For every soul to turn the dungI don't care for the season
I don't find it that fun
And I've got 21 reasons
I've got 21 reasons
And there go 22 singers on the runWell, you sure can hear a rumble
On the Royal Road today
And those grand halls of correction
Well, I think that they're here to stayFrom the time that you are born
The certain bells you must obey
Best you plan for the Resurrection
Best you lower your head and prayI don't care for the season
I don't find it that fun
And I've got 21 reasons
I've got 21 reasons
And there go 22 singers on the run21 reasons, 21 reasons
22 singers on the run