You can fight a war with drones
You can fight a war with loans
You can fight a war with gas
Or cans of paint
But don't you realize
That the game's compromise
If you think that this is something that it ain't
'Cause we got images of murder
That don't manage to disturb
An international order that is bordering absurd
And no one gets the freedom they were told that they deserve
'Till they realize that freedom's not a noun;
It's a verb! It's a verb!
Freedom is a verb!
Something never finished, never done!
It's something you must make
It's something you must take
It's something you must constantly become
Well this weekend revolution is a radical inclusion
It's a holiday of popular revolt
It's the social interactions
Of a consequential actions
Using faces to replace a silent vote
But lower pay and higher rents—
Another kind of violence—
The violence of silence
And of greed
It's the violence of feeling
Your irrelevance revealing
Every way in which you never will be freed
It's a verb! It's a verb!
An action and an urge!
As fertile as the barrel of a gun!
And it happens out of need
It's a fire and a seed
And it's terrible potential has begun
Well they'll tell you that your liberty
Is constantly in jeopardy
It's something you must loyalty defend
But isn't it demeaning
When you well-intended meanings
Mean your means'll have to justify your ends!
So improvise a barricade
Of furniture cascading
It's a carnaval of helmets in the flood
For the bottles can be filled with either gasoline or lager
Or detergent that'll wash away your blood!
It's a verb! It's a verb!
Freedom is a verb!
Something never finished, never done!
It's something you can fake
And it's something that'll break
If it ain't something that you constantly become!
It's a verb! It's a verb!
An action and an urge!
As fertile as the barrel of a gun!
And it happens out of need
It's a fire and a seed
And it's terrible potential has begun
