Lyrics written by Andy “John Two-Names” Riendeau, a former political prisoner from Alabama.
There's a prison full (to) the brim, a noose for the people's necks
An election to steal, a backroom deal
A S.W.A.T. team to train, a killing machine designed by the fascists
There's a talent for resistance and a burning desire to stomp on the White House lawn and set the bitch on fire
I'm tired of watching these old wounds bleed, so spread propaganda by deed
Don't criticize this for not being non-violent when government violence has your voices silenced
You can‘t complain if you're not even trying
Still pulling levers, cast a vote for a pig, and commit suicide, you throw away food when the hungry are dying...
There's a time for revolution, and the time is now
A time for social evolution, and the time is now...
I'm tired of watching these old wounds bleed
so spread propaganda by deed
