The Russian Futurists Follow

Let me tell you something
We're all tired of running
And we limp along to this song

We walk with a crutch
To hold us up through all of these dust-ups
And our legs they falter

We pray at the altar
Of too little too late
Hope to gain a new fate

Will it save our souls?
Will it lift us up?
Will it drag us down to the ground?

We walk with a crutch
But it's bending, we've written our ending
You've got a choice to make

There's walking with a crutch
Standing tall
Or not standing at all

So stand for goodness sake
You'll never learn to stand up at all
A crutch breaking your fall

And we bite our nails and
Twisting nerves they tingle
The past rides our tails and
Parting words they mingle

Do they drift away?
Do they hold us up?
Do they drag us down to the ground?

We walk with a crutch
And clutched bibles
With strength to crush rivals

And we're riding reckless
Time to hit the air brakes
As we check our checklist
Off for things gone pear shaped

Will they be resolved?
Will they lift us up?
Will they drag us down to the ground?

We walk with a crutch
'Cause it's easy when all feeling leaves me
You've got a choice to make

There's walking with a crutch
Standing tall
Or not standing at all

So stand for goodness sake
You'll never learn to stand up at all
A crutch breaking your fall