To the barricades!

We line up to join the parade But our elbows are stuck in the mud again And our houses have all flown away Unconscious of echoing tragedy There's a song that we've thrown from corpse to corpse In the fleshes that we carry with us It's written in caches of serpentine (who do you turn to?) In tunnels and grey pigeons nests (who do you turn to?) Treads of the tank searchlight the street Scratched of the lists ash and the heat Throwing the kitchen knives off of the roof But when they look up to the house-tops there's no one to shoot Treads of the tank searchlight the street Scratched of the lists ash and the heat But we broke through the curfew and into the street If you let them take anything they'll take everything They laughed when my aunt won the lottery They laughed when the cattle cars came They shot me for stealing a crust of bread But they gave me a loaf when I begged There's a song that we've thrown from corpse to corpse In the fleshes that we carry with us It's written in caches of serpentine (who do you turn to?) In tunnels and grey pigeons nests (who do you turn to?) Treads of the tank searchlight the street Scratched of the lists ash and the heat Throwing the kitchen knives off of the roof But when they look up to the house-tops there's no one to shoot Treads of the tank searchlight the street Scratched of the lists ash and the heat But we broke through the curfew and into the street If you let them take anything they'll take everything