This isn't your song, this isn't your music
How can there be wrong, when by committee
They choose it all, they choose it allYou're gonna grow old, you're gonna grow cold
Bearing signs on the avenues, for your own personal Waterloo
You're bearing signs on the avenue for your own personal Waterloo, nowWe'll fight, we'll fight
We'll fight for your music halls and dying cities
They'll fight, they'll fight
They'll fight for your neural walls and plasticities
And precious territory, and precious territory, and precious territoryThis 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 cuticleGonna 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, nowWe'll fight, we'll fight
We'll fight for your music halls and dying cities
They'll fight, they'll fight
They'll fight for your neural walls and plasticities
And precious territory, and precious territory, and precious territory
Songwriters
Andrew BirdPublished by
WEGAWAM MUSIC CO.