Friday Night Massacre

Down go the masses
Out with my friends
Slow like molasses
You do your dance

Shoot at my family
Shoot at my land
Target the army
With your head caught in the sand

Up with the ashes
Rose clouds set the sky
Out walks the fascist
Teardrop in his eye

Speak up if you're nervous
Tell us if you're scared
Build up the hidden courage
These people weren't prepared

It's a Friday night massacre in the streets
My head is light and my chest too heavy to breathe

Down go the masses
Out with my lens
Blood red are the glasses
That show me to the end

Watch out for the airmen
Foreign as they come
Careful how you see them
You'd think there's more than one

It's a Friday Night Massacre all around
My head is high and my feet won't touch the ground

Wait til they call for your name
Then who are you gonna blame
A mind that is bent out of shape
Or a crime that is feared far too late



Credits
Writer(s): Warren Olson
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