I am the sapphire moon
And a carpenter's tool
Red paint on velvet hands
We're not sitting on prison steps
But we might as well be
Corner stores are alive
Selling peace and love for a fee
Which is our displacement
In this droll plague
Relieve Mother Mary
Of her noose and canvas flag
We have lost our art
We're gonna sing and dance our way out (x3)
Do you give a name
To the nameless?
Indifferent brothers
And sisters
It's motive that brings on this
Standard of emotion
Is this morning any different?
Is this morning any different?
The Quabbin's sucked dry and
Beacon Hill's to blame
The Charles' changed direction
And the culprit's sail's aflame