You were the type to keep things moving alongnThings will collapse and they may be replacednBut it takes a push, standin' in the front linesnAnd it takes a push to make things happennnThough all along, there'll be reformist apologistsnAll so critical if we're not polite when we say,nThis isn't the life that I asked for,nBut I'm ready to take what's minennAnd you could say that it wasn't enoughnBut we knew even then that it wasn't enough,nSo what?nnBut could you say it don't matter,nHow could you say it don't matter?nShould things tumble and shatter,nWould you scream any loudernnOh would you say it don't matter?nEven when you were sweet,nYou were a bastardnnHeed the call of a mass opinionnJoin a culture of pacification,nYou'll be grouped, classified, and dismissednIf that's easiernnIt's not the same thing as having a positionnIf it's not enough to sing a song like a firebrand,nThen what you need is a change and a sparknNot a letter of resignation, admitting defeat,nnDenying the things you used to say,nWhen you were sweetnnBut you say it don't matternHow could you say it don't matternThat things tumble and shatternWould you scream any loudernnOr would you say it don't matter?nEven when you were sweet,nYou were a bastardnnCould you say it don't matternThat things tumble and shatternWould you scream any loudernnEven when you were sweet, nYou were a bastard