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with held hands and spray cans

flashlights held in our teeth

we built tunnels under their concrete

and we once stole the floor right from under their feet

they never saw it coming

but after our laughter had given us away

remember how we ran all through the day?

and their shouts and batons were no match for our songs

i bet the chief of police drank a stiff one that night


and someday we should give back all the traffic cones that we stole

and all the wrenches that we borrowed from your school

but tonight we're both alone, so i'll call you on the phone

and we'll drink together from 300 miles away

don't forget to remind me of things that i just shouldn't say...


give us a toast! give us a light!

for every ghost and bump in the night

for every story we should never tell

give us a toast to the nights we gave em hell!


the helicopter lights held us in their sights

and the megaphone drone echoed in the night

they lowered their guns we sat down and linked arms

they told us not to move, two hearts beat "fuck you!"

they said you can be killed if you won't be bought

and with one hand in your's and one eye on the door

i said, "captain, take your best shot!"


well in retrospect that was not the best thing that could have said

but i've never claimed to be diplomatic

but it was our lucky day, and in the end we got away

and we passed out that night curled up on the floor of your attic


give us a toast! give us a light!

for every ghost and bump in the night

for every story we should never tell

give us a toast to the nights we gave em hell!



oh my friend things have been hard

and our old weaknesses are tearing us apart

something's been growing between me and you

it's the difference between the things that we say and the ones that we do

so here's to the days when that wasn't true and here's to the promise those days will come back soon...


here's one for the wobblies and one for the elves

one for our comrades locked up in their cells

one for the kids out there hoppin' and hitchin'

the raider's of dumpsters, the punks with clean kitchens

to the mexican mother with a plan of attack

a baby at her breast and a gun on her back

here's to the day all the flags will be black

and each one comes packaged with it's own match!

here's to the nights when no one sleeps alone

and you can't tell the difference between fire and stone

for each little girl who just won't behave

if you wanna be free then you gotta be brave

if you ain't got no masters you can't be a slave!

we're going somewhere at the edges of love

we're through with the old world, we've had quite enough

you best not be silent if you wanna come

get your fist in the air and start singing along...

now pour me another, let's write the next song!


when we're done think of all the empty bottles that we'll have

i'm sure we'll put them to good use

cause i hear sirens outside, so let's sing the chorus one last time

and then my friends let's do what we've gotta do

i think that we might have a date with the boys in blue...


give us a toast! give us a light!

for every ghost and bump in the night

for every story we should never tell

give us a toast to the nights we gave em hell! 

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