Patti Smith. Gung Ho. Upright Come. Zeneszám

Hail brother
The distant thunder
Is nothing but hearts
Beating as one
Dance of a million
On God's pavilion
Come come
Beat on your drum, drum

Awake people arise
Awake upright come
Fortune is falling like
Tears from the skies
Open your eyes

Hail sister
Won't you come over
To shape reshape
Things to come
Bow your head
Raise your lantern
Come come
Beat on your drum, drum

Awake people arise
Awake upright come
Fortune is falling like
Tears from the skies
Open your eyes

United action is what we need
Time to say that everything is going to be
Wasted icons, wasted lives
Like war the obsolete

Awake people arise
Awake upright come
Fortune is falling like
Awake upright come
Awake upright come
Awake upright come
Awake

These are the times
(Awake)
The times of our own
These are the shapes
(Awake)
The world we formed
Swift is the arrow
Dark is the thorn
The slate is clean
The future awaits
So awake
Awake
Awake