Surgeon General's Warning

This is a song in a series of protest songs I will hopefully be getting off the ground very soon.

"The Surgeon General's Warning"

Now this is how we will be heard
Raise your fist and spread the word
Now this is how we will be heard
Raise your fist and spread the word
Now this is how we will be heard
Raise your fist and spread the word
Now this is how we will be heard
Raise your fist and spread the word!

You open a box now just think for a second
Of all the corporate behemoths you're trying to discredit
It's a pack of lies wrapped in an enigma of economy
A fighter for the people are you sure that's what you wanna be?
With compromise comes the comfort zone
But with rebellion comes a cell block alone
The addiction of an afflicted society reigns in our world
Small doses of injustice as we attempt to unfurl
Market to our apathy an indiscriminant reich
Pshh that's what they say but you know that's what we fight

They bleed our brothers and sisters and scallop the land
You won't get my freedoms till you pry them from my cold dead hands

War on the freethinkers and the heathens of old
Billions spent to supress your stories untold
We live, we breathe, we work, we die
But never long enough to watch our penanence unfold
Around the corners of the inner cities passes by
A hateful word and a bullet shot to satisfy
The mad desires of the authorities to destroy a minority
But I'll put the fist in your face in the land of hypocrisy

Now this is how we will be heard
Raise your fist and spread the word
Now this is how we will be heard
Raise your fist and spread the word
Now this is how we will be heard
Raise your fist and spread the word
Now this is how we will be heard
Raise your fist and spread the word!

They bleed our brothers and sisters and scallop the land
You won't get my freedoms till you pry them from my cold dead hands
They bleed our brothers and sisters and scallop the land
You won't get my freedoms till you pry them from my cold dead hands
You won't get my freedoms till you pry them from my cold dead hands
You won't get my freedoms till you pry them from my cold dead hands
You won't get my freedoms till you pry them from my cold dead hands
You won't get my freedoms till you pry them from my cold dead hands