I saw you and you were walking along,
You had your fist in the air you sang oh oh oh,
1 - 2 - 3 you could turn back to me and say,
"THIS IS WHAT DEMOCRACY LOOKS LIKE!"
Then like two leaves caught in the current we float,
We don't know where we're going but we go to go,
It goes you and me got a couple of things on which we
Can agree,
But what's that worth anyway?
Walk downtown and you're hearing this sound,
You can feel it around,
It goes "you and me and a bullet makes one,"
And it's not just a gun, it's a whole philosophy.
But there's a lot of fucking people out there
Who won't be moved by some flyers full of slogans and
Rhetoric.
We could use some fresh perspective around here,
But we've got mountains to move, so let's do our
Fucking homework...
There's not a lot of use in patting our backs
When there's planes overhead and there's cities burning
Down.
It goes "me and you and a bullet makes one."
Not to spoil your fun, but I'm not having it.
Watch out for who shuts up and who pulls the strings.
Watch out for "R-E-E-L-E-C-T,"
And if you shout at a wall at least it shows you can
Scream,
And ask, "IS THIS WHAT DEMOCRACY LOOKS LIKE?
THIS IS WHAT DEMOCRACY LOOKS LIKE!"
