Walk Like a Panther
"But when I leave you remember I said, with the last words on my lips, I am a revolutionary. And you're going to have to keep on saying that. You're going to have to say that I am a proletariat. I am the people. I'm not the pig. You've got to make a distinction. And the people are going to have to attack the pig
But when I leave you remember I said, with the last words on my lips, I am a revolutionary."
We won't be led to slaughter
This is self-genocide
It's the hand of the people that's getting tenser now
And when we rise up...
Woo, I feel it coming down because
You lived your life in the sunshine
You bought your way out of Hell
You paid the toll with the souls of your people
Then you absconded to the tower up on the hill
Until way down in the valley
You heard a terrible sound
The killing noise that just followed you closer and closer
Until it found you out and read the charges that brought you down
You took the names of the masters
You burned your children for Baal
Hey, you sold your sons and your daughters for silver
And gave over everyone and everything for your will
You made a whore of the struggle
You made a joke of our shame
So this time we're gonna break down the breakdown of meaning
This is a final execution
It's our endgame
But when I leave you remember I said, with the last words on my lips, I am a revolutionary."
We won't be led to slaughter
This is self-genocide
It's the hand of the people that's getting tenser now
And when we rise up...
Woo, I feel it coming down because
You lived your life in the sunshine
You bought your way out of Hell
You paid the toll with the souls of your people
Then you absconded to the tower up on the hill
Until way down in the valley
You heard a terrible sound
The killing noise that just followed you closer and closer
Until it found you out and read the charges that brought you down
You took the names of the masters
You burned your children for Baal
Hey, you sold your sons and your daughters for silver
And gave over everyone and everything for your will
You made a whore of the struggle
You made a joke of our shame
So this time we're gonna break down the breakdown of meaning
This is a final execution
It's our endgame
Credits
Writer(s): John Mahan, Lee Tesche, Franklin Fisher, Matthew Chee Hung Tong
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