I wasted my twenties in submission
I thought I was outside the system
But I was rolling over for wealth and power
As if they really cared about me

The kids are just getting started
They've only just learned how to howl
And most of them throw in the towel
Bout the time that they turn twenty three

If you've got the taste for transcendence
Then translate your love into action
And participate in the fight now
For a creed you can truly believe

It is time for the evening prayer
Time to do justice for the poor
It is time for the evening prayer
Time to do justice for the poor

Tonight you've got fire in your bloodstream
If your frail human heart is still pumping
Then make this one night you remember
A note you deliver by hand


And when you get up in the morning
Let no man return it to sender
And pour gasoline on the embers
Keep yourself a physical record
Deliver that fire to the real world
And tell 'em that E. Furman sent ya

It is time for the evening prayer
Time to do justice for the poor
It is time for the evening prayer
Time to do justice for the poor