Rejoiced maliciously on that night
The Mohawk-chain, leather brigade
Empty causes
Empty causes
Desires their own personal retinue?
They found themselves no more at peace than before
Direction for the soul, conviction for the mind
Cling to it all everything you find
Everyone shrouded in purple haze
You've got yours and I've got mine
Empty causes
Could it be that everybody selfishly
And that causes are just manifestations
Then one day they woke up from their dream state
So many righteous revolutionaries
Cling to everything you find
So no one gave him the time of day
Spouting Utopian love
Empty causes
A war for the body, an army in the mind
Losing steam as time goes by
A bluster for the soul, a fix for the mind
Empty causes
Someone cried out 'Fuck the government'
His mates couldn't define what he meant
And the scene died away
Older, meek, and conformed
Empty causes
Empty causes
Well, the shots rang out like popcorn
A war for the body, an army in the mind
And the Chief was hit and rushed out of sight
Of too much time and far to little to do
Empty causes
