Fight With Tools

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Play right side

Sn- sn- sn- sn-sn-sn-sn-snap that song

Snap that song, and we're back

Who's house? You know how I like those ladies when I got some feed in the hen house. All the gangsters and hoes say 'hey'!

Alright, now we got a promotion tonight, up at G-Strings. K, ALME, don't forget about...

Come in, Grizzy, 5-2, last time the girls where like, "what?", and I was all slapping that ass, son!

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Transmitting...

Signal's coming through?

Okay

Echo echo one-nine

Hear the call through fault lines

Smoke signals, old rhymes

Shorted lights in store signs

Spelled in broken code, find that it is time to

Breathe, build, bend, and refine you

We sky tenants, give it all but won't give up

Radio soul antennas, radio to lift spirits

Call sign commando

M.O. is independence

Scream till the walls fall

Dissolve all the limits

Occupied minds, unemployed skills

Desolation, worn out, torn down just for now

Thrill seekers, slanging

Test tube babies in beakers

Where gun blasts pump straight from the speakers

The system where the poor get poorly paid to hold the ladder

Where the rich get ricocheted into the stratosphere

And in between people are rushin' like Vladimir

With metals to make their status clear

Get us out of here

We need heroes, build them

Don't put your fists up, fill them

Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands

We're the architects of our last stand

We need heroes, build them

Don't put your fists up, fill them

Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands

We're the architects of our last stand

There's a war going on for your mind

Those who seek to occupy it will stop at nothing

The battlefield is everywhere

There is no sanctuary, there are no civilians

You have two choices: surrender or enlist

What kind of person are you? Always the first to argue

Or never down to stick your neck out cause it hurts you far too much

To see your rep suffer, set you up a buffer

Well neither is enough for us, cut from a tougher brand of

Duct tape; the propaganda's stuffing us like sock pyjamas

Spread like a virus through accepted thoughts and proper manners

But off the cameras, something's simmering across the land

About to bubble up and knock the lids off of the pots and pans

We are non-stop juggernauts, stomp ziggurats

Spit manifestos by terabytes and gigawatts

Shock paradigms, give sense to a score

Throw thoughts through the sky and activate twenty more

In these high and dry times, expectorate on dogma

Pragmatic sycophants divide and conquer

We build bridges, offer hard work, and prosper

As hand-made heroes brought to you by no sponsors

We need heroes, build them

Don't put your fists up, fill them

Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands

We're the architects of our last stand

We need heroes, build them

Don't put your fists up, fill them

Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands

We're the architects of our last stand

We need heroes, build them

Don't put your fists up, fill them

Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands

We're the architects of our last stand

We need heroes, build them

Don't put your fists up, fill them

Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands

We're the architects of our last stand

All free minds to the front

All free minds to the front

We call upon women, we call upon children

We call upon the handicapped, the infirm

The weak of heart

We need your courage, your dedication

Your passion, your conviction

Gather up your platinum, melt it down

Gather up your gold, melt it down

Gather up your silver, your bronze, your aluminum

Melt it down

Melt it down

Melt it down!