Built like a dream out of the past
(Crushing generations with a foggy mass)
Of seething anger and unhealed wounds(I can′t make this right but don't be confused)
Whoah-ho, (whoah-oh-oh-oh-ho)
I am a rifle, I am this blockade
I′m banners and violence and car-bombs and riots!
(I am a rifle, I am this blockade)
(I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons!)
Don't look to me to give the future back
(Don't look to me to rework the past)
I′m only here to bring things to a head
(You can cover your ears, it doesn′t change who I am), no!
Whoah-ho, (whoah-oh-oh-oh-ho)
I am a rifle, I am this blockade
I'm banners and violence and car-bombs and riots!
(I am a rifle, I am this blockade)
(I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons!)
("You, the people have the power")
("To make this life free and beautiful")
("To make this life a wonderful adventure")
("You are not machines you not titled")
("And I′m the name of democracy they choose their power")
("Let us all unite!")
I haunt the Chilcotin
I stalk Palestine
I fueled Rwanda's worst
I held Lasagna′s hand
I'm one hundred shades of hunger
Whoah-ho, (whoah-oh-oh-oh-ho)
I am a rifle, I am this blockade
I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons!
I am resistance, I am your problem!
I′m not leaving and I am your fault!
