Oh, golden world, there're no enemies here
no, only innocence is blowing in our wind
oh, then we see, over sea and over line
oh, they're so much blinder than our starry eye

Oh, starry stripe, all the color of the world
and now the blind man 'til though we got it all interred
everything we've gained, we've earned, blood, sweat, and tears
as anything and our as well, somebody had to sweat fear

And all that I dreamed it's the same, a plastic hero
who tries to cover the world in his bright-colored plastic zero
with the walls, maybe some, he could maybe count up all the waiters
and our satellites could look down to make sure no one messed with our everything

Venture, believe someone different than yourself
oh, different hair and different god and somebody else
maybe it's not wrong to be buried in your dream
only that it's wrong to insist we all get lined up and the same

But, oh, again, maybe God has our [?]
and he wear the white tights, oh, a funky hat to make it mine ?
and it spills out all God's words and said our thumping bible
gonna sell, the fat, fat man is no hero of mine [??]

And, oh, the day [??]
in the light again, I'm out of the dark
oh wait, rain on the blind up there
I'm coming out [??]