Lyrics

The world is burning, Minneapolis too Set alight by the boys in blue White knights marching in their rags Putting children in body bags Say their name, say their name, say their name You had me fooled, the wool was over my eyes What a clever little disguise Pastoral scenes by the poplar trees It used to be by rope and now it's by the knee And all the outlets built to deceive And rob the people of their right to breathe Institution rotten to the core Treating prison like an abattoir Where are all the singers? They're quiet, that's strange When it comes to talk of some real change