LYRICS

Soon he’ll be a prisoner like his comrades have become

But he’s proud when he tells their story cuz he’s proud of what they’ve done

He’s an anti-fascists from the ranks of the working-class

And when the Nazis come to town he doesn’t let em pass

He’s says “my grandfather fought fascists cuz it’s what he had to do

You can threaten me with prison time but I’ll fight fascists too

Maybe my body be a barricade that won’t let fascist through

In the name of my grandfather, and for me and you, And for the future we’ll fight fascists too

He says “two years is injustice, but it’s twice as good as four,

A much higher price was paid by those who suffered through the war

And I’ll be damned if my action lets that power rise again

We can bury the hatchet once we bury fascism

Cuz my grandfather fought fascists cuz it’s what he had to do

You can threaten me with prison time but I’ll fight fascists too

Maybe my body be a barricade that won’t let fascist through

In the name of my grandfather, and for me and you,

And for the future we’ll fight fascists too

It takes more than fists to stop oppression for hate’s born in the heart

But alongside the slow shifts, the fist must play its part

For the violent deeds of a fascist few can silence everyone

We can bury the hatchet once we bury fascism

Cuz my grandfather fought fascists cuz it’s what he had to do

You can threaten me with prison time but I’ll fight fascists too

Maybe my body be a barricade that won’t let fascist through

In the name of my grandfather, and for me and you,

And for the future we’ll fight fascists too

LYRICS

Skinheads ain't 'bout shit (x2)

Fuck supremacists (x2)

Crackers tryna get some clout quick

Run they mouth slick

Pull up to yo hood? I doubt it

Get surrounded

White genocide a damn lie

Ain't finna be another Auschwitz

100-round drum on my damn side

Go tell that on the mountain

Think ‘bout your blood, think ‘bout your kids

When it get lit, will you be equipped?

Who finna die if it's us vs. them?

Get you a stick, gon’ let it hit

Might be the man in your delegates

Might damn well be the president

Might be ya next door neighbors

Hashtag that ass for the paper

If your mans and them get upset

Wanna object? That's suspect

When it comes down to the get down

Will they stand up for the unrest?

Look, I give no fuck what you look like, let's link up

Cuz this still our nation, they ain't finna take it

We got no patience for Aryan hatred

If God what they playin’, send 'em to Satan

It ain't no tellin’ where they finna take it

We need the peace, but we don't need a racist

If you think I'm finna die on my knees

I gotta squeeze, ain't no debatin’

Fuck the alt right

Motherfuck the alt right

Fuck 45

Motherfuck 45 (x2)

Hit them nazi punks with the pump, leave they ass slumped (x4)

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LYRICS:

Are there no fighters left here anymore?

Are we the generation we've been waiting for?

Or are we patiently burning

Waiting to be saved?

Our heroes, our icons have mellowed with age

Following rules that they once disobeyed

They're now being led when they used to lead the way

Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?

Are you out there on the front lines

Or at home keeping score?

And do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate?

Or would you rather be the architect of what we might create?

They laid out the blueprints, they poured down a base

Concrete solutions to slow our decay

And when they are gone

Who the fuck's gonna take their place?

Yeah, will it be the cynics, the critics galore?

The cliché apathetic passed out on the floor

The trusting complicit who collectively ignore

Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?

Are you out there on the front lines

Or at home keeping score?

And do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate?

Or would you rather be the architect of what we might create?

Don't you remember when you were young

And you wanted to set the world on fire?

Somewhere deep down, I know you do

And don't you remember when we were young

And we wanted to set the world on fire?

'Cause I still am, and I still do

Make no mistake

We are not afraid

To bear the burden of repeating

What they're thinking anyway

Let's raise the stakes

On the bet we made

Let's decide to be the architects

The masters of our fate

Yeah, we still believe in all the things that we stood by before

And after everything we've seen here maybe even more

And I know we're not the only ones and we were not the first

Unapologetically we'll stand behind each word

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LYRICS:

When the party starts on Monday

Christmas starts in June

When no one minds I've just arrived and I'll be leaving soon

If I return with eyes half-opened

Don't ask me where I was

I do my father's drugs

When every revolution

Is sponsored by the state

There's no bravery in being asked and turning down the case

If you see me with a rifle

Don't ask me what it's for

I fight my father's war

A when hunger strikes are fashion

And freedom is routine

All in all the streets in Cleveland are named for Martin Luther King

You will see me at the protest

But you'll notice that I drag

I burn my father's flag

So when the party starts on Monday

And Christmas starts in June

A when no one minds I've just arrived and I'll be leaving soon

If I return with eyes half opened

Don't ask me where I was

I do my father's drugs

I do my father's drugs