every morning a fresh wound opens and bleeds its way across the sky.

seems like with every dawning day they discover some new way that we can die. as i roll up off the floor and grab a lungful of that brown coca-cola smog, i know it's too late to leave a good-looking corpse now, been laying dead here in denver for far too long.well it's easy to forget your name when you've been hearing too much bad news, when anything anyone ever says to you sounds like a commercial for some amazing product you can't ever use. when we hear them bells ringing from the church of our lady of the manicured lawns, oh just grab onto me with both hands baby and hold on.

and ring them bells for the proud and the brave.

ring them bells for the free.

well they've got a new treatment it cures artistic expression, but maybe that ain't such a crying shame. so i stole thirty grand from your old man to get me as far as trinidad where i can change my shape and name. cuz everything else i ever felt was co-opted long ago. it's under a licensing agreement owned by some company in the silicon.

whereas i used to walk the back roads looking for the buddha, i'm now trading religious relics on instantselfrealization.com.

and i'd be lying if i told you that everything is going to be alright. but isn't that way friendship works nowadays baby? yeah, everything's gonna be just fine. when they ring them bells of solid gold, ring them bells of luxury.

someday someone gonna come along baby and maybe ring them bells for me. and they ring them bells for the proud and the brave. ring them bells for the free. someday someone gonna come along and ring them bells for you and me.

sometimes i feel like my soul's been possessed by the demon ghosts of t.v. talk show hosts. they try to make me feel so weird and ugly and worthless. make me feel super self-conscious of all my supposed faults. they say there's really nothing you can do son, just have faith it'll move mountains you know. and i say yes i do believe. just let me grab a shovel and some dynamite before we go.

and i'll tell you between you and me, i've got a piece of much more constructive advice. why don't we skin a CEO and sell his brooks brothers pelt at a fair market price.

and we can ring them bells for the poor of spirit. ring them bells for the meek. for the alien, outcast, exiled, stranger, foreigner and freak.

ring them bells for the tired, the heartbroken, homeless and hungry.

for the huddled masses choking beneath the heavy chains of slavery.

ring them bells for the criminal and convict.

ring them bells for the soldiers sake.

for all those who've exposed injustice and were nailed up and left to burn at the stake. ring them bells for the orphans, for the abandoned for the widows too, for the shamed, the maimed, the nameless, the misused, abused and confused. ring them bells from the highest mountaintop to the darkest depths of poverty. for the heap of dead discarded dreams, forgotten, forsaken, and forlorn in insanity

and for everyone who ever felt for a minute like one of society's refugees, i'll ring them bells for you. now won't you ring them bells for me.

- ethan daniel davidson