I've seen too many soldiers still in their teens
Seen too many scars, heard too many screams
Too many starvin hungry while others burst at the seams
Livin like drones, working like machines
For a corporate dictatorship that acts behind the scenes
Filling us with MTV hopes and Walmart dreams…
So I decided long ago to go ahead, change the station
more than that, I'm gonna start the annihilation
of a system where a cross can promise salvation
even if we bomb the life out of a sovereign nation
…and for the men women children let’s poor libation
Cause for cheaper gas we’ll sacrifice all of creation

I said:
For Cheaper gas…would we sacrifice all of creation?

No here is where we draw the line and here is where we stand
A band of brothers and sisters rising hand in hand
To demand the system be canned, the army disband
And no more blood mix with the desert sand
And though this damned system has planned to withstand
With time tsunamis of peace and hope will sweep this land

But…

Let there be no deception…I want you to see
I don’t do yoga, Pilates or tai-chi
Anarchist, Socialist Capitalist…not me
There isn’t an “ist” in the world that describes humanity
So scowl at me, frown at me, but let me decree
If we’re selling dogmas, we’ll never be free.

…and I’m worried, cause it seems like it’s been here all along
Sometimes I’m hearing verses out of the same old song
Morality police, preaching all day long
Swimming in selfishness and hazed by a bong.
Now, we do have to remain united. We do have to remain strong
But the flip side of a coin, of wrong, is still wrong

Don’t worry…this is not the voice of an activist on strike
And I will go back to fighting that corporate Reich
But don’t expect me to follow the crowd or say what you like
I’ve never traveled quietly down popularity pike
I’m in this for a way of life, not just for the hike
Are we in this to build a new world…
…or do we just like hearing our own voices on the mike

Cause if our crew brings down the 202
And builds new ideologies, shiny and new
Always talking, never listening, preaching things untrue
Ruled by a few….hypocrisy anew
I’ll let the dust settle, the fog clear, and upon further review
I’ll get up, brush myself off…
…and I’ll protest you.

So Peace, Love and sincere happiness to us all
But let’s listen, learn, ask…or we will always fall…
…and for those of us who think they know it all
The wisest know they are so grand, but they are somehow…
…still small

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