At sundown
Grab your gun
And C4
I've staked it out
We're gonna bomb the local post office
We'll fight for our father's original intention;
Here comes the bloody revolution
At sundown
I'll set the bomb;
When it goes off
We'll be in Canada
I'm sick of dreaming of the better days:
Paris 68, Rome 70, Chicago 68, 1917
Small bombs are better than none
When Jefferson returned to Monticello
And the railroads and banks had moved in
He cried: "What we feared is happening again."
If it was up to them
They'd suspend the constitution
And all deviants would be high strung
This I call treason
At sundown
k** your nerves
And say goodbye
To who you were
Leaving trains are all the same
Gotta move fast
Gotta think fast
Gotta move like the minutemen
After the bomb blast