Talking Revolution Blues
The house of cards sits shining perched on a hill
With carte blanche for the jackboots and a license to kill
How could I be so foolish to think change could come from within?
Only through chaos could the new order set in
So I set out to destroy the empires of men
If I could look out upon embers, I'd be satisfied in the end
But that ain't the story that I came here to tell
So roll up your windows, because we're driving through hell
I stole from the banker, and I locked up the chief
And I shot the politician to get some relief
When I met his wife, she said, "you're going to die too"
I said, "when I meet my maker, I'll introduce him to you"
Then she called me a scoundrel, a dog, and a louse
Then she lit a candle and burned down the whole house!
You'd think that the pain would've broken the spell
So roll up your windows, because we're driving through hell
You know I've got a notion that this furnace won't last
And I been meaning to thank you for pulling me from the past
They say that the end don't justify the means
But I'm telling you, friend, that's just one of their schemes
If goodwill could be purchased, I'd trade in my genes
I'd trade in my backbone and sell all my things
But that ain't the story that I came here to tell
So roll up your windows, because we're driving through hell
When I came to my senses, and I looked around
It was as if the heavens had merged with the ground
The air was so acrid, it choked up my lungs
In place of trees and of flowers, there were bombs and there were guns
And, yeah, the Good Book doth say you gotta turn the other cheek
And the Earth you'll inherit amongst the mild and the meek
But that ain't the story that I came here to tell
So roll up your sleeves, because we're raising some hell
With carte blanche for the jackboots and a license to kill
How could I be so foolish to think change could come from within?
Only through chaos could the new order set in
So I set out to destroy the empires of men
If I could look out upon embers, I'd be satisfied in the end
But that ain't the story that I came here to tell
So roll up your windows, because we're driving through hell
I stole from the banker, and I locked up the chief
And I shot the politician to get some relief
When I met his wife, she said, "you're going to die too"
I said, "when I meet my maker, I'll introduce him to you"
Then she called me a scoundrel, a dog, and a louse
Then she lit a candle and burned down the whole house!
You'd think that the pain would've broken the spell
So roll up your windows, because we're driving through hell
You know I've got a notion that this furnace won't last
And I been meaning to thank you for pulling me from the past
They say that the end don't justify the means
But I'm telling you, friend, that's just one of their schemes
If goodwill could be purchased, I'd trade in my genes
I'd trade in my backbone and sell all my things
But that ain't the story that I came here to tell
So roll up your windows, because we're driving through hell
When I came to my senses, and I looked around
It was as if the heavens had merged with the ground
The air was so acrid, it choked up my lungs
In place of trees and of flowers, there were bombs and there were guns
And, yeah, the Good Book doth say you gotta turn the other cheek
And the Earth you'll inherit amongst the mild and the meek
But that ain't the story that I came here to tell
So roll up your sleeves, because we're raising some hell
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Lancaster
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