Stickup the Socialists

[singer A] Merideth owns the streets Way past dark Boot heels on the curb And a match in the park We take the bottom steps One breath, one spark Then march through the fear With our names in the dark [melodic interlude] [singer B] Holy Life will soon be yours when drums and pipes are calling, forever the brightness and fulfilled yearning, peaceful haunting quiet [singer A] Beware the ideas They crawl in clean suits Sell you a promise Then drain your roots Hear that old lie In a fresh red coat We know the shape We know the vote [transition] [singer B] i robert power plant holding hands chains of freedom help me sing pirate ships this song I beware the ideas of Marx das dc capital class walk King to bridges bewary of eyes that hild placards and march across soi 4 arrival by bus beware underground tunnels tracks billionaires marcks [singer A] No sympathy for socialists No sympathy for socialists We won't bow We won't break No sympathy for socialists No sympathy for socialists Burn the script Take the weight [instrumental] [singer B] Holy wore a flat‑brimmed black Q hat, she never cooked meth, a late spirits from ukraine suppised to protect , the kids, cept they didn't say the place has no scientific rules when it cums in X sperts [singer A] They want your wage And your week in a line Your porch, your shop Your honest time But the room gets cold When the talk turns mean A lesson in greed In a borrowed dream [transition] [singer B] i robert power plant holding hands chains of freedom help me sing pirate ships this song I beware the ideas of Marx das dc capital class walk King to bridges bewary of eyes that hild placards and march across soi 4 arrival by bus beware underground tunnels tracks billionaires marcks [singer A] No sympathy for socialists No sympathy for socialists We won't bow We won't break No sympathy for socialists No sympathy for socialists Burn the script Take the weight