When I was a child, and at night I couldn't sleep, I'd holler for my mother, to ask if she would read to me. She told stories about the past, poems passed down for years, there's one I remember best, it still sounds oh so clear. A little boy and little girl wouldn't heed their elder's warnings, wouldn't do as the were told, and they were disappeared by morning. Snatched up through the ceiling before they had a chance to hide, by two great big black things, a-standing by their side. I wasn't too scared then but now I'm haunted everyday. What once was just a story, has become our reality. The goblins gonna get ya if you don't watch out, I'm reminded everyday of my life. I hear them talking amongst themselves, hear them talking everyday. I hear them talking behind our backs, and I think I hear them say, "How can we keep these kids in line? How can we make them understand, that in this kingdom of gods, the power's in our hands? That work is life and life is work, and reality's a shame? How can we keep them pacified, keep them complicit in our games? We'll get 'em while they're young, start with empty threats. Every year that passes by, the easier it gets. Every year that passes by, the harder it becomes to escape." The goblins gonna get ya if you don't watch out, I'm reminded everyday of my life. From the first days of elementary to the day we graduate they choose the books, write the facts, allocate the grades. Make the rules, write the laws, and choose the punishment, and if you give 'em twenty years, it's certain that you'll get a certificate of participation, documentation of your worth, as a worker in this system, salt shaker of the earth. But if you try to stand up, if you don't stay in your seat, then you'll live a life of squalor, and die cold out on the streets. On the streets, all on your lonesome, in the gutters you will lie, and when the goblins come to get you, you'll have nowhere you can hide. The goblins gonna get ya if you don't watch out, I'm reminded everyday of my life. So now we recognize the system, realize we must resist. To keep a little bit of dignity, we stood up and raised our fists. When the fascists came to town, we called up all our friends to have a party in the streets, and demand that this shit end. We gathered up some food, built some bikes and beds. The night before our friends arrived, we lay down to rest our heads. We suddenly awoke when they smashed down the door, and with guns drawn and aimed, ordered us down to the floor. And as those great big black things bound us up to take us away, I could hear that bedtime omen, like it was yesterday. The goblins gonna get ya if you don't watch out, I'm reminded everyday of my life.