Calm Like a Bomb

There's a country soul that reads post no bills
There's a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, yes I spit fire
There's a mass, a prison to fill

There's a country soul that reads post no bills
Hope lies in the smolderin' rubble of empires
Same bodies buried hungry with different last names

Yes, it's the native son born of Zapata's guns
There's a bank, there's a church, a myth and a hearse
There's a field full of slaves, some corn and some debt
There's a widow pig parrot, a rebel to tame

What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
There's a tap, the phone, the silence of stone
Calm like a bomb, we're calm like a bomb
This ain't subliminal, feel the critical mass approach horizon
Calm like a bomb, we're calm like a bomb

Stroll through the shanties and the cities remains

There's a mass without roofs, there's a prison to fill
Calm like a bomb
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
There's a ditch full of bodies, the check for the rent
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
Like steel from a furnace, I was born landless

Calm like a bomb, we're calm like a bomb
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
Same bodies buried hungry but with different last names
There's a right to obey and a right to kill
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
We're calm like a bomb, we're calm like a bomb

A white hooded judge, a syringe and a vein
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

Pick a point on the globe, yes the picture's the same
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
Pick a point here at home, yes the picture's the same

Yes, back through the shanties and the cities remains

What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?

There's a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill
The vultures robbin' everyone, leave nothin' but chains
Calm like a bomb, we're calm like a bomb
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
The vultures robbin' everything, leave nothin' but chains
The numb black screen that be feelin' like home

The pulse of the condemned sound off America's demise