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