From napalm to cluster bombs Our friends at Textron clocking OT on the kill From bike locks to cell blocks You formed a barricade and you haunt that doorway still And that's the sound of the men who hold the power Screaming naked in the dark fluorescent tower All the nails we need to overtake the hammer Equal to the hands we need to hold the banner Burned bars, white cars Whispered Bible threats on a Florida highway The moon was still visible But it could not save us from Inauguration Day ♪ I remember the last thing I said to you Trying so hard to be cool, to hide my fear of you Like a coward hoarding tears after a funeral Like a fang seeks the throat of the Capitol