we're all presidents,
we're all congressmen,
we're all cops
in waiting, we are the workers of the world.
there is the elite
and the dispossessed.
it's only about survival.
who has the skill to play the game for what it's worth,
and reach an obscure kind of perfection.
let's try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible.
let's try not to remember any names.
we'll do it for a country,
for a people,
for a moral vision.
united we'll make them remember
our history.
or how we'd like to be told.
how we like to be told.
we rock, because it's us against them
we found our own reasons to sing,
and it's so much less confusing
when lines are drawn like that.
when people are either consumers or revolutionaries,
enemies or friends. hanging onto the fringes of the cogs in the system. it's just about knowing where everyone stands.
all of the sudden people start talking about guns,
talking like they're going to war.
cause they found something to die for.
start taking back what they stole,
sure beats every other option.
but does it make a difference how we get it?
well do you really fucking get it?
