We are all music makers
The dreamers of dreams
We are all live code-breakers
Disciples of James McCartney
World-losers and forsakers
Some of us aren't so keen
We are all movers and shakers
Of a future that no-one sees
Ancient inventors
Now buried in the earth
Built machines electrifying
But their art was treated like dirt
They couldn't see how their prophecy
Told the old, of the new world's worth
For each age is a dream that is dying
Or one that is just being birthed
Now we, with our dreaming and singing
Relentless bastards are we!
The numbers around us are speaking
To the crazy futures we see
Our souls with a weird music ringing
O peeps! it will always be
That we code all our dreaming and singing
And we pass it on with glee
Now you shall teach us your song's new numbers
And things we can't dream of before
All, in spite of the dreamers who slumber
And makers who make no more
We are all music makers
The dreamers of dreams
We are all live code-breakers
Disciples of James McCartney
We are all music makers
The dreamers of dreams
We are all live code-breakers
O Yes Indeed