There' a government whip cracked a across your back
Where the order of the day is don't listen attack
See the blood run down in your blood swept town
Revolution is the gimmick gonna jugle this clown
Where the voice of the ammo for the tax mans gun

Talk don't talk if you've nothing to say
Walk don't walk if our feet don't know the way

Requim for a dying song with a shimmy and a shake if you don't walk
With the sun that lights the day
Bring the darkness in the promise of another great shame
With you my love
With you my love
With you I will return
A requim for a dying son

Grab the barrel by the face shoot the order release
Shoot the bullet in your pocket turn away and retreat
See the terror in the eye of the bloodshot child
Only ruble in his belly is the promise of lust