prisoner echoes

take this banner

hang it upside down

this country's in distress

from the schools to the factories

on the dead edge of town

this dream's a fucking mess

this dream is fucked

here we go!

our sisters' and mothers' rights to choose

and powers determined to fake the news

this poison undertow

the bigot's power grows

and we put our will to sleep

in the radiation of

rioting pictures

we let them jail and murder our sisters

break out

up on the hill where the road is red

if you look close enough

down in the valley we're the living dead

while our hands are cracked and rough

for every deception that the papers print

to fortify their lie

our creativity always wins

from now to the day we die

the day we die

i see the young revolutionaries changing clothes

living in condition while the third world grows

weary of supporting all the costume changes

all right

anthems for new world disorder

hammers to the bricks and mortar

consciousness in crisis

it's up to you

so what are you gonna do?

when we put our will to sleep

under the blankets of

patriot colors

we let them jail and murder our brothers

break out

up on the hill where the road is red

if you look close enough

down in the valley we're the living dead

while our hands are cracked and rough

for every deception that the papers print

to fortify their lie

our creativity always wins

from now to the day we die

the day we die

up on the hill where the road is red

if you look close enough

down in the valley we're the living dead

while our hands are cracked and rough

for every deception that the papers print

to fortify their lie

our creativity always wins

from now to the day we die

the day we die

take this banner

hang it upside down

this country's in distress