Mr. Brown had a plan    How to fist first change the man   Every night he engaged   In a whisper      In a world beat with pain   There's no company with shame   So we laughed and refrained   In a whisper      So we march through the streets    With our two part harmonies   Holding on to the real, with a whisper   And we knock down the doors    Find the truth that we fought for,    Just to fall in the end, like a whisper      So it's hard to find what we're made of   Don't give it up   Your soul could be greater   Show them you won't   Back down from the place you started out   Starting now      So we write pen in hand   Like the men before us planned    We plot out every chord   Without whisper      We progress with a rage   Find the Lennon of our days   Then we see why we stayed    Through the blisters