Who are you?

What have you become?

What have you done to this beautiful kingdom?

I don’t want your guns

I don’t want your poisons

I don’t want your weapons and tools of mass distractions

I don’t want your red flags

Don’t want your baggage

I don’t want your hate speech

Your supremacy

Where are your wilds?

Where is your rough edge?

Don’t tell me you’ve traded it for comfort and privilege

I don’t want your fast foods

I don’t need to buy shit

I don’t want your miles and miles of advertisements

So step up, speak out, show up, be loud

Step up, speak out, show up, be loud

Peace of mind or a piece of the pie

Nine to five living in a plastic empire

Where is the house for the wounded and homeless

Can’t sleep in the streets

Can’t afford to own this

Everything is I, I, Me, Me, Mine, Mine

Busy working for the dollar while the well runs dry

Minimum wages. Maximum security

Simple pleasure traded for business and authority

So step up, speak out, show up, be loud

Step up, speak out, show up, be loud

Be loud