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
Kill 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