We Are the Sons of Woody Guthrie

Give 'em hell in New York Gabe
 Don't ever let them see you down
 Tell all the boys in New York
 About that Oklahoma City sound
 With our hearts raised high in unison
 Singing a melody
 That's been implanted in the streets for years
 It's kind of hard to fall on deaf ears
 There's no way that you're really gone
 When you capture that spotlight you'll bring it home
 We've turned our backs on the sun
 Embraced the road and chased the moon
 And sang along to the stereo
 No matter how close we came
 Another band of almost made it fame
 Southbound Broadway extension
 Turn right on 23rd
 There is a perfect picture of poverty
 And it'll be missed when it's gone
 I'm in this hole living my father's dream
 I'm just trying to find a better way out
 And in this song where we belong
 I'm just trying to find a better way out
 Still here but nothing's changed
 Spread the word wherever we go
 We won't be silenced anymore
 Singing our own refrain
 No broken hearts inflated egos
 We won't be silenced anymore