Trouble on the radio, news reports of grief and plight
Rebellion is upon us all, nobody can sleep tonight
But you’ve been holed up in your hotel room so long instead
You’ve gotten nothing coming to you boy, your revolution’s dead

Everybody they know your plan
Every sister will watch you stand
Every child’s eye will turn and yearn

I gotta tell you boy, you’ve been wrong all along
Truth is coming to you now that has never been known
You better wise up, you better give up the fight
Or you’ll be running out of this town boy, running out first light

Every mother has lost someone
That’s as clear as the noonday sun
Every child’s growing up so fast

Do you realize what you have done?
Every heart shakes that takes you on
All the others have been laid to rest