I've got a sink full of dishes to do but I won't do them today
I've got rent coming due I ain't got money to pay
A bad summer ahead but I think that I'll stay
Letters I have to write but I don't know what to say
I've got things I think I would steal if I wasn't afraid
And things I should do, but let's go smoke in the shade
Jobs that I ought to find, but there's no freedom in trade
Businessmen I'll forgive for the money they made
Because if I spend all my time being mad about all the things that there are to be mad about
When will we have the time to take the bastards down?
I'm walking downtown to sleep in a park because the cops all say we can't sleep in a park
Maybe this is going to be stupid, but I'm going to find out
Some liberals will hate our guts when we walk in the street
And some will hate us because they love the police
Because I know that no ballot is going to represent me
If that's the point of all this, then don't count on me
What I hear about Oakland has got me thinking
That I might have been too much of a cynic
I don't know if this is stupid, but I'm gonna find out