We are the last thing you were looking fornThe sharpest needle in a stack of strawnA guilty feeling that won't go awaynThree lines of genius in an awful playnnWe are canaries in your deepest mindsnDying to tell you everything's not finenYou fly the Hindenburg, we'll sneak a match onnHow long's it gonna take for you to catch on?nnSo come on! One day our day will comenThat's one thing you can count onnOur day will comenAnd then the mouse will eat the mountainnnWe will resign ourselves to tiny pleasuresnLike stealing pennies from your plundered treasuresnCreating flickers in your constant powernWe are the cancer in your concrete towersnnWe are the thistle in your lion's pawnThe silent whistle to your dogs of warnThe little pebble in your soldier's shoesnThe real story in your so-called newsnnSo come on! One day our day will comenThat's one thing you can count onnOur day will comenAnd then the mouse will eat the mountainnYeah, that's one thing you can count onnnUnarmed and unaligned we're unafraidnTo start a garden in the mess you've madenA patch of flowers in some barren soilnThree cups of water in a sea of oilnnSo come on! One day our day will comenThat's one thing you can count onnOur day will comenAnd then the mouse will eat the mountainnYeah, that's one thing you can count on