Come gather round and listen, if you can get that near

If not, well use a microphone so all poor souls can hear

And hold hands in a circle, or stare bored straight ahead

Rejoice in your rebellion, or wish you were in bed



Come gather round and liten, or watch it on the screen

The campfire burned out long ago, the songs all got obscene

And left us with some rich kids trying hard to be sincere

Let it fly straight out the other after going in one ear





Come gather round--from the kings and the queens on down

If you listen close, you can hear the sound

Of a human voice saying "come gather round"

Come gather round





So listen to my story, though I havent yet begun

We have to cut through so much crap to have a little fun

And who are "we" now anyway to even earn the name?

Were so convinced were different, it makes us all the same





Dont fall for the maturity

It aint real

They just call it "integrity"

Please dont grow up

Please blow up your tv





Come all you desperate rebels and hang your heads in shame

For those who live in self-contempt with just themselves to blame

And for those who can, who do nothing, and those who cant, who succeed

To cry out "bloody murder" the moment that they bleed...





Come gather round--from the kings and the queen on down

If you listen close, you can hear the sound

Of a human voice saying "come gather round"

Come gather round

Writer : JOHN WESLEY HARDING
Copyright : Lyrics © PLANGENT VISIONS MUSIC INC.