Demonstration Lyrics

Think of the mothers

And what of their brothers?

They're all part of the resistance, too

Think!

The huddled mass runs for cover

In the flashworks and whistling zips

The youngest and the old

We must make them still

Rogue fires and pestilence

For a pitiful, pitiful breed

Their soil cracked and sterile

Beautiful, the new dark age

Widen the berth

Hang smoke until the sun goes black

Stagnate the air, make beautiful their sunrise

Weak seeking pittance, tear them down

Show them auburn gaze in a storm's cloud

Some will not hear it

But others will see white light

And hear the roar that grows

We've suffered more than a slap on the wrist

The itch we felt, return it now to a fist

How many years since we shot John

I told you then, I'll show you now

The strength in our blitz