Get your revolution at a lower price
Future markets, holy wars
First snowman built at the end of June
South bound buses, Peter Pan
For the freedom-fighting simulcast
They left it up to us again
It's kill or be killed
He slicks his hair for the interview, his fifteen-minute fame
Like the polar icecaps, centrifuge
Like the body of a centerfold, it spreads
It's exploding bags, aerosol cans
I thought you knew the drill
Been tried ten thousand times before
Or make believe and throw the fight, play dead
You draw another bloody bath to drain
The imminent and the aftermath
If you think that God is keeping score, hooray!
To the counter-culture copyright