Of Heads or Houses

We, the people of the
United States of America
No more recognize the
Legitimacy of this so-called democracy
Because the rats took the bait
In the House and the Senate
Corpses of their conscience traded
For a corporate interest
Fashion the guillotines in the town hall
One way or another we’re going to witness the fall
Of heads or houses

We, the people of the
United States proletariat
No more submit to the short-sighted greed
That envelopes our offices
Reclaim the Liberty Bell
Stoke the fires of the furnace
Cast the hollow idol, forge a brighter, sharper purpose
Fashion the guillotines in the town hall
One way or another we’re going to witness the fall

How can we kill that which won't bleed?
How can we set ourselves free?

How to kill that which won’t bleed?
How to gag that which won't breath?
How to starve that won't feed