tonight we're riding swiftly through your darkened one way street busting out the tinted windows of your lifted SUV's we are warriors the moment that our asses touch these seats and we are free
We pass the family pets whose needs are often overlooked just another piece of property in this wealthy neighborhood seen as objects, not as friends, they're not respected like they should and if i could i'd save them all maybe i should
everyday the sun sets and you dread when it goes down we'll use the cover of the darkness to take back our fucking town our anger fuels our battle-cry, you'll shiver at the sound when we're around tonight we ride we'll tear it down
tonight we'll ride and tear it down
we're riding past a farm where migrant workers harvest corn and the products of their labor often sold in fancy stores but the cost is too expensive than their families can afford yet you abhor the working class the working poor
we won't ask for liberation, we won't bother with demands not accepting what you offer, not accepting what we have we'll build the world we want to see, i'm positive we can won't ask again we'll take it all won't ask again