From napalm to cluster bombs
Our friends at Textron clocking OT on the kill
From bike locks to cell blocks
You formed a barricade and you haunt that doorway still
And that's the sound of the men who hold the power
Screaming naked in the dark fluorescent tower
All the nails we need to overtake the hammer
Equal to the hands we need to hold the banner
Burned bars, white cars
Whispered Bible threats on a Florida highway
The moon was still visible
But it could not save us from Inauguration Day
I remember the last thing I said to you
Trying so hard to be cool, to hide my fear of you
Like a coward hoarding tears after a funeral
Like a fang seeks the throat of the Capitol
