Michael McGuire - Where's the Revolution Songtexte

Where's the revolution,
What makes these dreamers come true,
Where's the revolution,
What gives these thinkers what to do,
It's been coming for it's trial of years,
The light of justice to these shadow tears,
We don't need bullets but we might need blood,
A rainbow arched across this first born's flood.

Where's the revolution,
Where is the river's healing drink,
Where's the revolution,
Where's the rebel thoughts and what they think,
Where's the revolution?
Where's the revolution?

Where's the revolution,
What makes the meal worth the hunger,
Where's the revolution,
What makes the young blood burn younger,
This darkness that only patronizes the night,
Is a product of much more than the absence of light,
Stuck inside the weathers guts is the thunder of this rain,
Medicine bliss will be the measure of this pain.

Where's the revolution,
Where is the river's healing drink,
Where's the revolution,
Where's the rebel thoughts and what they think,
Where's the revolution?
Where's the revolution?

Where's the revolution,
The fight will deliver the foe,
Where's the revolution,
Just a player in the systems show,
Where's the revolution?
Where's the revolution?

It's been around the corner since I was a child,
In the sixties the seventies it almost went wild,
Then they gave in just enough to keep us pacified,
Now we stare into the t.v. till we'er zombified,
Some kind of fucking nightmare this American dream,
Eternal mornings of that idiot alarm clock scream,
But there's no time to make a difference because you've gotta make a living,
They make you think your taking when your the one thats giving,
"One day they'er gonna rise from their habitual feast,
And find themselves staring down the throat of the beast"*,
Not enough information to inform just enough to dupe,
The news much more like gossip on a feedback loop,
No new ideas allowed just institutional thinking,
But so many ways to waste your life there's no time for blinking,
Thru the opiate of our beliefs thats the way we are controlled,
And by the falseness of our beliefs that's the way we are de-souled.
Where's the revolution?