I Am a Rifle

Built like a dream out of the past
(Crushing generations with a foggy mass)
Of seething anger and unhealed wounds
(I can't make this right but don't be confused)
Whoah-ho, (whoah-oh-oh-oh-ho)

I am a rifle, I am this blockade
I'm banners and violence and car-bombs and riots!
(I am a rifle, I am this blockade)
(I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons!)

Don't look to me to give the future back
(Don't look to me to rework the past)
I'm only here to bring things to a head
(You can cover your ears, it doesn't change who I am), no!
Whoah-ho, (whoah-oh-oh-oh-ho)

I am a rifle, I am this blockade
I'm banners and violence and car-bombs and riots!
(I am a rifle, I am this blockade)
(I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons!)

("You, the people have the power")
("To make this life free and beautiful")
("To make this life a wonderful adventure")
("You are not machines you not titled")
("And I'm the name of democracy they choose their power")
("Let us all unite!")

I haunt the Chilcotin
I stalk Palestine
I fueled Rwanda's worst
I held Lasagna's hand
I'm one hundred shades of hunger
Whoah-ho, (whoah-oh-oh-oh-ho)

I am a rifle, I am this blockade
I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons!
I am resistance, I am your problem!
I'm not leaving and I am your fault!