....and The Human Spirit Prevails Lyrics

Drinking in the park, a Wortown Mayday twlight
Brings out the beauty in the urban blight.
We're driving the backstreets looking for life
The last heart still beating under the high rises.

I've seen the truth written in the eyes
Of a million crushed but smiling slow suicides.
No one can breathe, so drowned in disappointment
But most do not die because they're already dead.

This one goes out to all our deadbeat Gods,
The voodoo economists and the wage slave K-Martyrs.
It's now or never. "...And the human spirit prevails!"

I won't forget what it means to be young.
And I won't forget what it means to fall in love.

I am alive!