I am a rifle!
Built like a dream out of the past
Crushing generations with a foggy mass
Of seething anger and unhealed wounds
I can't make this right but don't be confused
Woah, woah, woah
I am a rifle
I am this blockade
I'm banners and violence and car-bombs and riots
I am a rifle
I am this blockade
I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons
Don't look to me to give the future back
Don't look to me to rework the past
I'm only here to bring things to a head
You can cover your ears it doesn't change who I am
Woah, woah, woah
I am a rifle
I am this blockade
I'm banners and violence and car-bombs and riots
I am a rifle
I am this blockade
I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons
You the people have the power to make this life free and beautiful
To make this life a wonderful adventure
You are not machines, you are not cattle
And in the name of democracy, they pursue their power
Let us all unite!
I haunt the Chilcotin
I stalk Palestine
I fueled Rwanda's worse
I held Lasagna's hand
I'm one hundred shades of hunger
Woah, woah, woah
I am a rifle I am this blockade
I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons
I am resistance
I am your problem
I'm not leaving and I am your fault
