When the party starts on Monday
When no one minds I've just arrived and I'll be leaving soon
If I return with eyes half-opened
There's no bravery in bayonets
In tearing down the gates
If you see me with a rifle
Don't ask me what it's for
When hunger strikes are fashion
All in all the streets in Cleveland are named for Martin Luther King
You will see me at the protest
But you'll notice that i drag
So when the party starts on Monday
And Christmas starts in June
When no one minds I've just arrived and I'll be leaving soon
If I return with eyes half-opened