I saw Abbie Hoffmans ghost in the distance
We got Saul Williams keeping up the resistance
And punk rock and blues music keep dying
We keep buying
Matt Stone and Trey Parker have taken over the mission
'Cause our politicians they dont have a position
Whos to blame for this shallow existence?
Our existence
We try and fight, but this walls too high
Have we lost tonight?
But one second chance could change everything
And I think Ill go write my Senator a letter
But they just talk shit, they aint gonna make nothing better
Me and Bev we aint two birds of a feather
Of a feather
And Im counting on Chomsky, McClellan
Aldous Huxley and the Intelligencia
Well Cat Stevens he got out and he aint missin ya
And this overpriced and candy coated life, does it fit ya?
Does it fit ya?
We try and fight, but this walls too high
Have we lost tonight?
But one second chance could change everything
These are bloody faces we hold in the fire
Open up the gates, I dont ask why
These are bloody faces we hold in the fire
The fire, the fire, the fire
And these are bloody faces we hold in the fire
Open up the gates, I dont ask why
These are bloody faces we hold in the fire
But its time, its time to sing
We try and fight, but this walls too high
Have we lost tonight?
But one second chance could change everything
Could change everything
And these are bloody faces we hold in the fire
Open up the gates, I dont ask why
These are bloody faces we hold in the fire
But its time, its time to sing