Revolutionaries - State Radio

Got some boys who were upset

They were headed out to India Point

Two in the bucket backseat of the Pinto said

«You could lose your mind for all your mind is worth.»

One got up on a soapbox and proceeded to take his point

Said, «What god’s are you to take this

And turn to blood»

'Cause the revolutionaries on the rooftop

Climb down to the cemeteries

Where the missionaries line up

For the mercy of the military’s time

Treat bodies like the bullet ridden clothes on a clothesline

'Cause the prey’s huntin' a hunter in his own blind

And it won’t be the last time

We use them eyes to see

Them all hanging

I believe I can make you whole

See them all go back again

And I don’t think we’ll ever know

How it goes and why it runs down

To the place we often bled

'Cause it’s a manifest destiny

Like a genocide recipe

Telling the knowledge

That rests in me to fear my own race

Challenge your good

And not the thick of your callous

Don’t underestimate the fate of preordained malice

Where are my boots

And where the hell is my balance

The hell, you did

Come down from your palace

To see us all

Reaching up

To see us all

Reaching up

'Cause the revolutionaries on the rooftop

Climb down to the cemeteries

Where the missionaries line up

For the mercy of the military’s time

Treat bodies like the bullet ridden clothes on a clothesline

'Cause the praised hunter are during his own blind

And it won’t be the last time

We use them eyes to see

Them all hanging

I believe I can make you whole

See them all go back again

And I don’t think we’ll ever know

How it goes and why it runs down

To the place

'Cause I’m slowly turning in

Don’t you have to go?

Don’t you have to go?

Don’t you have to go, child?

Don’t you have to go?

Take them to your cousins land

Where sweet Madeleine has got his hand

And she’s asking the last man to fall

Don’t fall

When I’m listening

Holy water

Go ask your friend

And may your fever be gone

When I’m listing

Holy Llama

Go ask your end

And may your freedom be gone