To the dream of a storm
A port is forlorn
Weepers, retrieve yourselves
Burrow to the basest of hells

And motor to the dead
Tell them what you know
Ask about their troubles: waiters in a show
Dance under champagne
And know yourself
Radical peace at the door

To the east like a bolt
To the urchin that floats
Portent, send some sign
No man, I won't sign

Sign to the devil, sign to the priest
Sign to the merrymaker dancing with Bernice
Dance under champagne
Know yourself 
Radical peace at the door

We stand at the edge of something so fine
We stand at the edge of something so fine

To the makers of war
To the unopened door
Speaker begs me to sign
No man, I won't sign

The world is a nickel
The world is a dime 
The world has been spinning on an alligator's spine
Don't hate us, no, no, no
Don't hate us
Radical peace at the door

We stand at the edge of something so fine
We stand at the edge of something so fine
So fine, this is so fine, so fine

Watch the nickel spin as the kids are going wild x 8
They go wild, wild