Open City

Throw your pistol in the river

Ditch the trucks, we can walk from here

Only bring what you can carry

Everything you need is waiting there

Look! Fire! They're burning all the money!

Raise a toast! Throw your wallet in!

"To days of wood, days before metal

When we were animals, not coins"

They gave up on government

Everything works on common sense

Nailed high on the main gates

Is the only law, the law of chance

Guerrilla poets ink a wall

Children with no rhythm dance

To rebel music at a painter's house Now there's never an empty glass

What am I doing here?

Grabbing my piece of history

I'm braver with a hammer

My hands can shape this place

What am I doing here?

Answering stupid questions

Why am I here?

There's no place else left to go...