State Radio - Revolutionaries lyrics

Got some boys who were upset, They were headed out to India Point Two in the bucket backseat of the Pinto said "You could lose your mind for all your mind is worth." One got up on a soapbox and proceeded to take his point Said, "What god's are you to take this, And turn to blood" 'Cause the revolutionaries on the rooftop Climb down to the cemeteries Where the missionaries line up For the mercy of the military's time Treat bodies like the bullet ridden clothes on a clothesline 'Cause the prey's huntin' a hunter in his own blind And it won't be the last time We use them eyes to see Them all hanging I believe I can make you whole See them all go back again And I don't think we'll ever know How it goes and why it runs down To the place we often bled 'Cause it's a manifest destiny Like a genocide recipe Telling the knowledge That rests in me to fear my own race Challenge your good And not the thick of your callous Don't underestimate the fate of preordained malice Where are my boots And where the hell is my balance The hell, you did Come down from your palace To see us all Reaching up To see us all Reaching up 'Cause the revolutionaries on the rooftop Climb down to the cemeteries Where the missionaries line up For the mercy of the military's time Treat bodies like the bullet ridden clothes on a clothesline 'Cause the praised hunter are during his own blind And it won't be the last time We use them eyes to see Them all hanging I believe I can make you whole See them all go back again And I don't think we'll ever know How it goes and why it runs down To the place 'Cause I'm slowly turning in Don't you have to go? Don't you have to go? Don't you have to go, child? Don't you have to go? Take them to your cousins land Where sweet Madeleine has got his hand And she's asking the last man to fall Don't fall When I'm listening Holy water Go ask your friend And may your fever be gone When I'm listing Holy Llama Go ask your end And may your freedom be gone