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...