Lyrics

[Verse 1] Listen to the fife and snare marching through town square Feel the cloth and pessimist flags dancing through the air And read the rants of a Thomas Payne and those of modern day And you will feel a spirit that has not yet gone away [Chorus] Hey! Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouths When they sing along to this very song, let's spread word all around, hey! F.O.P., boycott me, for I am standing up I'd rather taste the rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup I'd rather taste the rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup [Verse 2] Read the rants of those in jail and those who rode the rails Then lay down on the roads we paved to the crumbs we used for trails And discredit all the roves, liberty's cracked within the bells The demons in your heaven's and the angels in your hells [Chorus] Hey! Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouths When they sing along to this very song, let's spread word all around, hey! F.O.P., boycott me, for I am standing up I'd rather taste the rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup I'd rather taste the rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup [Verse 3] The scorned few of today are the heroes of tomorrow They'll be a holiday; times of regret and sorrow And when they're pressed on stamps, we'll hope they're not forgotten So let's go down in history, blacklisted and boycotted [Chorus] Hey! Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouths When they sing along to this very song, spread word all around, hey! F.O.P., boycott me, for I am standing up I'd rather taste the rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup I'd rather taste the rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup