We don't want no revolution when it's who's up next for execution
This is just an institution of humanity's confusion
Who's got the guts? who's got the might?
Throw your guns in the air tonight
Heard them say they want to fight if one more wrong will make it right
Someone has got to make a stand
But someone has got to understand that were not fixing anything
Fighting is like bickering
You'll never hear a thing through the scream and the shout
I guess well never learn until we're all whipped out
I heard a lady say today that we have to make them pay for murder and a massacre,
An understatement, I concur but vengeance is a currency that runs counterfeit
Think it's the real thing and then you see right through it
Someone is gonna die in the old town tonight
And do you think that a reason will make it alright
Can't you see there is now answer giving you what you are after
Hate will fester like a cancer
I'm not hearing any laughter, who's got a home?
Who's got heart we might to to tear apart?
Should have known right from the start
You're the ones we want to tear apart
There is no answer when all you're after is getting even with the heathens
Can't you see that no one will ever be free?
