There’s no bullets in the ground, wrecking our sound cuz the people in this movement started way underground and we’re taking our politics right back to the streets, because this war on information has just turned up the heat. We gotta fight back with fire wear our hearts on our sleeves, and we’ll be taking back these airwaves from political thieves who have been, looting my mind since the beginning of time, and now the counter culture’s angry and won’t fall into line.
There goes another, rally cry at parliament square another tasteful rhyming insult hurled at Brown, Bush or Blair another banner in the streets leaflet pushed in my hand “take this heartfelt information revolution is planned”. I’ll sing... This is our time, write a sound like a live round, no bullets in the ground.
Rise up! Rise up! Take your head from your hands! The streets will be a better place, when we stop [bad word] #33; Rise up! Rise up! Take your head from your hands! The streets will be a better place when we start making demands.