In THE RED:
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The voice when the poor sing "No fucking more!"
The voice when the poor sing "No fucking more!"
The voice when the poor sing "No fucking more!"

This is the hammer and piston
This is a fist in this system
If you think this is a metaphor
then you ain't fuckin' listening
This is a mantra
a rant, a chant
from a voice in dissent
'cause I ain’t swallowin' or followin'
these hollow incantations of exploitation
that they keep advocatin’
built upon false foundations
based upon sweatshop nations
I say don’t wear it down
tear it down
Take the wealth, share it 'round
Without workers, you see,
there’d be no societies to be found

The rich keep theivin'
but they’d have us believin’
that it’s fair
that the lions share goes to those who
have no need for it
and babies are starvin'
while they’re carvin' brand names in their back
and you wonder why I say
“Turn and attack”,
Hell yeah I’m a socialist
You know this by the way my words flow
This ain’t no joke
and every word that I’ve spoken’ll show this
Capitalism is a prison of greed
Fuck what they want
I’m interested in what the whole world needs

We’re the left
We’re the red
We’re the noise
in your head
We’re the voice
when The poor sing
sing "No fuckin' more!"
This is the sound
of it all comin’ down
of it all comin’ down

See they say
"Just start as you mean to go on"
Well I don't mean to go on
but until this war's won
There's no justice in the U.S.A
Iraq or Australia
In Cuba or China or Venezuela.
Are you leftist or rightist
blackest or whitest
a writer, a fighter
CIA or Al Qaeda?
Capitalist?
Socialist?
Feminist?
Pacifist?
More hardcore than a
fist full of anarchists?

Out in the street bringin' heat
with the molotov,
'til they send the dogs along
to knock our blocks off
Passive resistance
or violent insistence
well, brothers and sisters
I don't think they're hearin' us
Time to up the ante
in the cities and the shanties
Show the “balance of power”
ain’t with the few
It’s with the many
Black
Brown
White
United is the key
'til there ain't no power like the
Power Of The People

We’re the left
We’re the red
We’re the noise
in your head
We’re the voice
when The poor sing
"No fuckin' more!"
This is the sound
of it all comin’ down
of it all comin’ down

There ain't no power like the
power of the people
the voice when the poor sing
"No fucking more!"

There ain't no power like the
power of the people
the voice when the poor sing
"No fucking more!"