Guerilla Radio

Transmission third world war third round

A decade of the weapon of sound above ground

Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade

I lick shots at the brutal charade

As the polls close like a casket

On truth devoured

A silent play on the shadow of power

A spectacle monopolized

The camera's eye on choice disguised

CHORUS(3x):

Lights out guerilla radio

Turn that shit up

Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?

Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?

A spectacle monopolized

They hold the reins and stole your eyes

The fistagons bullets and bombs

Who stuff the banks

Who staff the party ranks

More for Gore or the son of a drug lord

None of the above fuck it cut the cord

CHORUS(3x)

GUERILLA RADIOOOOO!

Cut it now..