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lyrics
So I don’t know what I’ve got to say
But it’s about how we’ve been these days
We’ve been restless, ready for change
But there is confusion
No direction to take
Children have been playing with matches in the yard
Things have started burning, it only took a spark
Fat Cats show up, with their evil hearts
Threw in the kids’ things
Burned their books and guitars
With nothing to do the young’uns take naps
And while they are sleeping
Things are dropped in their laps
Student loans and leases, and a car crash
If they ever wake, they’re owned by Fat Cats
They let them do it, they had the choice
They went to sleep through all that noise
Those cats had it easy, just burned some toys
Without a finger lifted
Kids had thrown away their voice
Kids feelin beat on the corner of the block
Smokin cigarettes, talkin shit on their boss
One looks up and shouts we haven’t lost
This world is bleeding, and we are the blood clot
Get off your ass we need to start a fire
Make that folk punk DIY style
Get your boots out of that single file
No one here will sleep walk another mile
Put down your bottles, put down your drugs
Pick up a weapon and start it all up
Tear down the constructs
Tear down the walls
Let’s build a new world
And cut down these thugs
Most are on board but the skeptics all rant
Everything is fine, we shouldn’t and can’t
Fight that fight with a riot and chant
Just cast a ballot, just pick a man
Someone speaks up, let’s think this all through
This isn’t us, this isn’t our move
Don’t kick, don’t cry
No violence, don’t shoot
Let’s turn away and create something new
So one builds guitars and another writes songs
A few have looked up, set down their bongs
Our ranks are growing, this shouldn’t take long
Let’s build a new world and right these wrongs
We can write them on paper and silicon chips
Record them to save and keep on our lips
Mothers tell children while they’re still on their hips
If this repeats, we’ll design for a fix
So more coffee, more plannin and dreamin
We’ve got a plan so we start schemin
Get a piece of land, some trees and a stream
If we live with the Earth, we will be so free
So the artists and muses pick up some tools
Started building houses, even some shoes
With their own two hands made everything new
And stopped doing business with the capitalist fools
They still live there over their hill
In their cities that are built to spill
To sleep on your feet, it ain’t a skill
And these people, they make me ill
You see,
We bought out of values they instill
That voids in life can all be filled
With sex and pills and dollar bills
That money is power for which to kill
They still live there, over their hill
In their cities that are built to spill
To sleep on your feet is not a skill
We only get one Earth, they haven’t had their fill
Don’t test our patience, don’t test our will
We’ll take this struggle right to the kill
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