Set for a good old-fashioned game of chess Two worlds, two tribes, one black, one white There ain't no bad that can't be "cured" with certain measures "Let's strike them to the ground, it's our God-given right We have the power, we have the arms We have a strategy to get the job well done Some drastic measures sit so well in trying times We'd rather strike than wake up looking into the barrel of a loaded gun"
The spirit of the rebel It's about to now begin The spirit of the rebel Some men are hard as steel, some disconnected Some put their faith in any crook that gets elected It's a shady world, it's a playground for the wicked It's a world gone wrong, where the gap keeps getting even bigger
How about some thinking before you blow the chessboard clean It's a frickin' nightmare and an apocalyptic dream You can hunt the king down and expect the rest to give in But the spirit of the rebel is about to now begin
The spirit of the rebel It's about to now begin The spirit of the rebel You can fight a man, but you can't fight his ideas Better sit down and talk it out now, turn the other cheek Love is the answer - love is the answer! So give us one good man to sort it out
Some men are hard as steel, some disconnected Some put their faith in any crook that gets elected It's a shady world, it's a playground for the wicked It's a world gone wrong, where the gap keeps growing bigger
It's a shady world, it's a playground for the wicked It's a world gone wrong, where the gap keeps growing bigger Where the gap keeps growing bigger
We're just a link in the rusty chain of time We're just the same old men that force the hands of crime The same old Kings and Queens dig their early graves The same old brothers die upon the barricades
How about some thinking before you blow the chessboard clean It's a frickin nightmare and an apocalyptic dream You can hunt the king down and expect the rest to give in But the spirit of the rebel is about to now begin