Rattle them bars, boy
…and pretend like someone’s listening
you can keep on complaining all you want
but with these people…they don’t care
Whoever told you that words were powerful
…they were lying
Not with these folks
ACTIONS are what’s powerful
Words may work with those that are on your same level
but these folks are in the big leagues
The rich don’t speak the same language as the rest of us
And the sure don’t play by the same rules
Ten million American’s can hit the streets
in protest against an unjust war
But the dogs callin’ the shots…
They don’t hear us
They don’t see us
and they damn well don’t care about us
So rattle them bars all you want
but you’re wasting your time
You’ve got to speak their language
They’ve got to feel the pain you do
and words ain’t gonna’ bring that about
But you slap them with a stick
or separate them from their bank account
… and I guarantee they’ll be listening then
It’ll be in their interests…
’cause nobody likes pain
I keep hearing these prophets of peace
preaching about how change is coming
…but violence is not an option
The Founding Fathers weren’t listening to that bullshit
’cause they knew better
The rich man…he ain’t given up nothing
…unless he has to
Now, I’m a reasonable man, so reason with me
If you knew that the heartless thugs running this country
would still be there twenty years from now
would you still be protesting “peacefully” for change?
or would you take up arms?
Yeah, I know it’d be suicide
But how much would you put up with
before you said—so god damned what?