Strike Anywhere:Summerpunks

The driver shouted out, "It's time to turn this around
Wipe the dust and spit from his face" out loud
Sang starvation and blight, gone from the light
And we're so tired of running

We can move
The finish line
We can move
But we won't be left be, left behind

Doubling over, buckling under, win is one
We waste the daylight, burn in the night to find, win is one
The words of violence and history's silence, win is one
To answer the question, is this humankind?

Is all our innocence driven underground?
Are these electronic gallows for the urgent sound?
With our tendons cut, how do we run for sport?
But we're so tired of running

We can lose
In the sun
We can lose
But all we have to win is one

Doubling over, buckling under, win is one
We waste the daylight, burn in the night to find, win is one
The words of violence and history's silence, win is one
To answer the question, is this humankind?