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SINGER: Tom Frampton
SONG:Johnny
Of course a social relation can’t be changed with a bomb it takes more than dynamite to get folks to respond of course tomorrow morning if our whole system collapsed we’d divide ourselves again on lines of gender, race, and class but tonight i don’t care if we win a million hearts unless we rip them out their chests and start throwing them at cars because tonight it’s not enough to sympathize and wear pins they count everyone who doesn’t rise up as a win lying in bed we dream a thousand revolutionary plots we’re fucking petrified to use the bit of power we got it’s not to say it’s not important to build and organize but all talk and no act is just reaction in disguise so some of us aren’t gonna wait another thousand years for the world to loose their crutches and to swallow their fear because complacency is guilt and response is overdue johnny, the movement needs your heart but it needs your body, too We’ll build castles in the sky from the ruins of a hell on earth and find a rage to live inside so full it’s about to burst johnny, we’ll shout our songs in the wreckage tonight and smuggle our stories out through the gauntlets and bring them back to life as bombs and beating hearts A little piece of each of us inside is a cop we try to fuck each other over just to rise to the top and the dog mimics the master but he only eats the scraps we whip the ones below but get cracked on our own back there’s a banker and a fascist deep in all of our bones and it comes as no surprise because that’s all that we’ve known but a week ago i saw a garden in a vacant lot i saw an empty building become a living, breathing squat i saw partiers take over city rush-hour roads i saw a little bit of beach underneath the paving stone if we can manifest these situations in the street and subvert our daily lives that we’re walking through asleep maybe there’s hope for us, too, beyond the products on sale beyond myths of human nature and a hundred thousand jails imagine tearing down the borders our society defines imagine what we could become given a little work and time We’ll build castles in the sky from the ruins of a hell on earth and find a rage to live inside so full it’s about to burst johnny, we’ll shout our songs in the wreckage tonight and smuggle our stories out through the gauntlets and bring them back to life as bombs and beating hearts
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