• I speak these words untold,
    That divide our people, young and old;
    That keep us apart,
    Eating us away like ancient mold.

    There are two sides to every coin
    'n two lives to every soldier -
    We're resisting, servant boy,
    Me and my own counterculture.

    I've got a gun that's locked and loaded,
    I've got a back that's left unbroken,
    Got a head that's left to smolder on
    that which you wanted to preach!

    I've ot a heart that's made of iron,
    I've ot a soul that's lit on fire,
    Got a feeling that you cannot stop
    what we're going to reach!

    You say we're drawing wrong conclusions,
    The clock is ticking, always ticking...
    We've got no credit, living illusions,
    This bomb is ticking, always ticking..

    You sit on your throne somewhere,
    content to bathe in the day,
    But when night came around,
    You got up and bolted away!

    I've got a gun that's locked and loaded,
    I've got a back that's left unbroken,
    Got a head that's left to smolder on
    that which you wanted to preach!

    I've got a heart that's made of iron,
    I've got a soul that's lit on fire,
    Got a feeling that you cannot
    stop we're going to reach!

    So now I'm sitting on your throne,
    Got a staff in one hand, and the kingdom you once owned
    You were a shepherd, now you're a sheep
    Be content to live... your soul is yours to keep.

    I had a gun that's locked and loaded,
    I have a back that's left unbroken,
    I had a head that's left to smolder on
    that which you wanted to preach!

    I've got a heart that's made of iron,
    I had a soul that's lit on fire,
    I have a feeling, that you cannot stop...