C Am F G
This song’s about deforestation, and incarceration, progress in the name of masturbation.
C Am F G
It’s the lies that they told you as a kid so you could sleep at night.
C Am
And these bastards have homes. Yeah, these fucks have faces.
F G
Most have yachts and acres, own jets and public spaces.
C Am F G
Progress, as if survival even mattered.
C Am F G
They’ll blow up entire city blocks put a walmart there and say shut up and go shop.
C Am F G
Yeah, you got everything you could want, but you still take more.
C Am F G
It’s time we show up at their homes and tell them we won’t take this anymore.
C Am
Yeah, they won’t get away with it cause we won’t back down.
F G
Yeah, the streets ain’t enough, we wanna burn their homes down.
C Am F G
Whoa, whoa, whoa-oa
C Am F G
Turn their homes into collective housing. Yeah, their fears into reality.
C Am F G
They won’t share what they’ve got so you take what you need.
C Am F G
Yeah, they won’t share what they’ve got so you take what you need.
