Matt Urmy - Ghost of an Old Revolution

Pawnshop government
Military armament
Shadows in the fog
Are they devils or just underdogs
Bright lights, city lights
Syndicated cockfights
Cameras and computers
Everybody is a sharpshooter
Choose your death
Choose your life
Just sound the alarm
When the clock strikes midnight
Oh, old revolution
Downtown saxophone
Everybody feels alone
White coats, stethoscopes
Cell-shrinking isotopes
Everybody has a pill
Everybody has free will
Spin the wheel, make the deal
Tell me how you really feel
White House indecision
Internalized division
Freedom-fighters in the closet
Terrorists in the kitchen
Cook it up, burn it down
Do you understand the sound
Put your ear to the ground
Listen close, tell me now
Freight train on the line
Marshall law on the rise
Curfew, censorship
Bankers building spaceships
Howling wind, truth and sin
This is how it all begins
There ain’t no happy endings
If nothing ever ends
Oh, I am the host of a dead solution
Oh, I am the ghost of an old revolution
Third-Eye, you can fly
Don’t believe a single lie
Wake up baby, deep inside
Violence is a lullaby
Everybody’s filled with blood
Everybody needs love
Resurrection, insurrection
Feel that cultural erection
Pied-Piper, Ghengis Khan and
Joan of Arc wrote a song
Get it now, just a dollar
Guaranteed to make you holler
Curveball, what’s your name
God ain’t in your hall of fame
Breadlines, gospel hour, acid rain on a flower
Extra Extra! What’s the news
Hitler, Hiroshima blues, Kamikaze, CIA
New world order on display
Money money, mirror, smoke
Wall Street made you choke
Global Warming undertow
It gets so hot it starts to snow
Oh, I am the host of a dead solution
Oh, I am the ghost of an old revolution
Cloak and dagger, man in black
Primadonna, smokestack
Boxcar, battleship
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Cigarettes in a crack house
With Free hospital gowns
Salmonella, swine flu
Baby, they can make your clone
Piss drunk, Pink punch
The Senator is out to lunch
Swastika, Stars and Stripes
Capital gains, civil rights
Restitution in our hands,
Come on baby, here’s our chance
The wine, the romance
Hallelujah
Oh, I am the host of a dead solution
Oh, I am the ghost of an old revolution

Written by:
Matt Urmy

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