You've got to shake your fists at lightning now,
You've got to roar like forest fire,
You've got to spread your light like blazes
All across the sky.
They're going to aim the hoses on you
Show 'em you won't expire!
Not till you burn up every passion
Not even when you die.
Come on now
You've got to try...
If you're feeling contempt -
Well then you tell it
If you're tired of the silent night
Jesus well then you yell it!
Condemned to wires and hammers
Strike every chord that you feel
That broken trees
And elephant ivories conceal.
Judgement of the Moon and Stars