Final Straw
Twelve hours a day and you're coming home with nothing
Kids wanna know why it's not like what's on television
He lies he lies
You try you try to provide
Your home's a hell-hole and you've got no other option
You board a boat back of a truck to flee corruption
He lies he lies
You try you try to survive
Final straw and we'll rise up to prove
We've nothing to lose cuz
I'll resist till there's nothing left
I'll resist with my final breath
He can say that the wall will go up and you'll pay, but
I'll resist to my fingertips, even after death
He sits in his tower counting coins and signing death warrants
Surrounded by his cronies and his sycophants
He lies he lies
We'll rise we'll rise and organize!
Final straw and we'll rise up to prove that
We won't be used cuz
I'll resist till there's nothing left
I'll resist with my final breath
Normalization will abound if we set our weapons down, but
I'll resist to my fingertips, even after death
Final straw and we'll rise up to prove
We've nothing to lose cuz
I'll resist till there's nothing left
I'll resist with my final breath
When the laws he creates fail to make this country great-
I'll resist to my fingertips, even after death
Kids wanna know why it's not like what's on television
He lies he lies
You try you try to provide
Your home's a hell-hole and you've got no other option
You board a boat back of a truck to flee corruption
He lies he lies
You try you try to survive
Final straw and we'll rise up to prove
We've nothing to lose cuz
I'll resist till there's nothing left
I'll resist with my final breath
He can say that the wall will go up and you'll pay, but
I'll resist to my fingertips, even after death
He sits in his tower counting coins and signing death warrants
Surrounded by his cronies and his sycophants
He lies he lies
We'll rise we'll rise and organize!
Final straw and we'll rise up to prove that
We won't be used cuz
I'll resist till there's nothing left
I'll resist with my final breath
Normalization will abound if we set our weapons down, but
I'll resist to my fingertips, even after death
Final straw and we'll rise up to prove
We've nothing to lose cuz
I'll resist till there's nothing left
I'll resist with my final breath
When the laws he creates fail to make this country great-
I'll resist to my fingertips, even after death
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Writer(s): Justin Davis, Chelsea Weaver, Ryan Vandervegt, Jack Love
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