There are a hundred ways to fall in step
The wine drunk and the freedom proclaimed
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
There are a hundred ways to fall in step
Because we don't know any better
Much too little for us to suffer
A knife to cut the root, the root of ignorance
Because for the past two hundred years
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
Because we don't know any better
New realities are conditions
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
Much too little for us to suffer
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
Because we don't know any better
There are a hundred ways to fall in step
Oh are dubious and laughable
New realities are conditions
Oh are dubious and laughable
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
A knife to cut the root, the root of ignorance
The wine drunk and the freedom proclaimed
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
Waiting to yield a new use of life
Scatter, scatter brained by the sins, sins of silence
Because for the past two hundred years
