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 all You’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 now We’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 This 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 cuticle You’re gonna grow old you’re gonna to grow cold Before the sun can deliver you You’re bearing signs on the avenue You’re bearing signs for your own personal Waterloo now We’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