I put my head back
Where it belongs up there in the clouds
I’m spreading love like
A terrorist now
O, what a morning
O, what a day to be alive
Sweet hope is glowing
In your glorious eyes
Pushing paper ain't enough
I bet you think that you’re so tough
But all your green won’t mean a thing at all
On day one
Day oneAfter 
Boy Wonder
After the dream came out of the mines
Bus boys and bankers
Were wiping their eyes
Be still my lionheart
A revolution ready to pounce
All passioneers
Up and out of the house
Beauty faked a heart attack
Now I feel it coming back
And all your green won't mean a thing at all
On day one