Take this banner, hang it upside down
This country's in distress
From the schools to the factories on the dead edge of town
This dream's a fucking a messThis dream is fucked
Here we goOur sisters' and mothers' rights to choose
Powers determined to fake the news
This poison undertow
The bigot's power growsAnd we put our will to sleep
In the radiation of
Rioting pictures
We let them jail and murder our sistersBreak out!
Up on the hill, where the road is red
If you look close enough
Down in the valley, we're the living dead
While our hands are cracked and roughFor every deception that the papers print
To fortify their lie
Our creativity always wins
From now to the day we dieThe day we dieI see the young revolutionaries changing clothes
Living in condition while the third world grows
Weary of supporting all the costume changes
All rightAnthems for new world disorder
Hammers to the bricks and mortar
Consciousness in crisis, it's up to you
So what are you gonna do?
When we put our will to sleep
Under the blankets of
Patriot colors
We let them jail and murder our brothersWhen we put our will to sleep
under the blankets of
patriot colors
we let them jail and murder our brothersBreak out!Up on the hill, where the road is red
If you look close enough
Down in the valley, we're the living dead
While our hands are cracked and roughFor every deception that the papers print
To fortify their lie
Our creativity always wins
From now to the day we dieThe day we dieUp on the hill, where the road is red
If you look close enough
Down in the valley, we're the living dead
While our hands are cracked and roughFor every deception that the papers print
To fortify their lie
Our creativity always wins
From now to the day we dieThe day we dieTake this banner, hang it upside down
This country's in distress
