Sole & The Skyrider Band Mr Insurgent
Hey Mr Insurgent
All's quiet on the western front
You say you hear the planet singing
But how can it sing with its throat's been slit?
Sometimes I think no one cares but us
We were all there when the walls fell
Tens years later, they built a new wall and no one
seems to bat an eye
Hey Mr Insurgent, can't you tell which way the smoke is
blowing?
Your liberators brought you medicine, but what's gonna
happen to your fishermen?
The weight of the empire is on ya
You're fighting gravity now with some Nike airs and the
words bleed up and down
In a heavy storm
You can tell they love you, by the way they sick them
dogs upon ya
And when you're gone, they're gonna name a plaza after
ya
No one's got your back when the shells fly
And some refuse to kiss the cross when the deed is done
The good guys go down by force
Many are tried, the chosen are hung
Drink it up Mr Mayor, this Molotov is for you
It's ballots or bullets and sometimes ballots just
won't do
Mr Insurgent I'm out here on Wall Street
On artificial frontiers
Drawn up by men, long since dead, but not quite gone
And I've learned, the only respectable stance is to not
go gently
With the gentry, the gentrifiers of the late great
American century
And if you have to ask for mercy, the odd man out ain't
the worst person to be
Sheep get lead through the slaughter, the rest is human
history
Mr Insurgent are you off the meds, are you off the
farm?
Are you off the grid or are you on the take?
Is that how you managed to stay breathing for so damn
long?
Its lonely at the top
But its lonely underground
And when you're that far past the point of no return is
it possible to still believe?
You know how this end, nothing changes but street names
and slogans
Mr Insurgent, nobody loves you when you're down and out
But you're always down and you're always out, and
that's why they call you...
