Lyrics

Who's the enemy, you're gonna point your gun at GI Joe? Well, your grandpa broke the strikes and your dad the civil rights When they were 18 too Kent State, you never had a clean slate I didn't see Watts burn but I felt the embers Pinkerton mobs, National Guard Change the names but someone remembers Passed out in the flowers in the park Loaded gun, spent my money in the market Loaded gun, running rebels reading Marx, how droll Armelite ballot, there's dollars in Bahrain Loaded gun, there's rust in the gas can Loaded gun, bombs for petrol Loaded gun, petrol's for bombs They've got a file on you, friend and it's none of your business Community policing's paying dividends East Oakland's a no-go but the liquor store is COINTELPRO Peacekeeping mission in police war zone With a turbulent DOW Jones If violence is state monopology Well, then think of us as antitrust Passed out in the flowers in the park Loaded gun, spent my money in the market Loaded gun, running rebels reading Marx, how droll Armelite ballot, the CIA is in Oakland Loaded gun, rewriting the Constitution Loaded gun, looking at a firebrand Loaded gun, through the eyes of a loaded gun