text: The unacceptable face of the docile and the good
   with anyone at all
  I dont want it to happen, dont want it go
  But if we stand up theyll mow us down again
  I didnt want it to stand, but sorrows in my head
  I dont want it to stay but I might as well be dead
  I dont know what I want now, dont know what I want baby
  I never wanted never wanted it, its rooting in your head
  The unacceptable of the docile and the good
  The unacceptable face of the smiling brotherhood
   you enter into the train
  And exit with some meaning 
  If we stand up then theyll mow us down again
  La la la la la
  Attention
  Attention
  Attention
  Attention