God hates fags signs, confederate flags, and a whole lot of those stupid red hats
All lay in debris in a trampled heap in a crumpled pile on a smoldering street
When they closed the universities and locked out the majority they were smugly certain in their fait accompli
Then the goons held a rally, but we crept in the alleys, and all at once swept in with a finale
The day we took our, day we took our, day we took our, day we took our, day we took our, day we took our country back x2
When we finished with rednecks, white power, and blue bloods, we found it was the first drop in a flash flood
But the rising tide never lifts the quietest boats, so we locked in our oars and we jumped past the moat
Then we woke up on a strange shore, and we had been made the mayors, but the country was cooking up a cold civil war
Our Union was ready to fight some more goons when the first ones fell so easy on that fall afternoon
Minneapolis - captured
Philadelphia - captured
San Antonio - captured
Santa Barbara - captured
When we crossed the Mason-Dixon
We had found a new addiction
We kept going, crossed the border
Even dealt with Bolsonaro
Well we've ruled 15 years on the world stage, got universal suffrage and minimum wage
But the bold plans of action were growing less clear, and we never figured out what to do with Kashmir
Now we're wealthy, fat, and burned out, look at how us rebels turned out, but we bought this in blood so don't you dare call us sellouts
I start to hear a rumor doubt is spreading like a tumor, once we were the meteors but now we are the dinosaurs
The perfect blend of naive enthusiasm and unfiltered rock 'n' roll danger, leading to an explosive, raw sound. Volcanic, pure, and crushing. Bandcamp New & Notable May 30, 2017