Boycott Me! (Demo)

Listen to the fife and snare marching through town square

Feel the cloth and pessimist flags dancing through the air

And read the rants of a Thomas Payne and those of modern day

And you will feel a spirit that has not yet gone away

Hey!

Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouths

When they sing along to this very song, let's spread word all around, hey!

F.O.P., boycott me, for I am standing up

I'd rather taste the rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup

I'd rather taste the rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup

Read the rants of those in jail and those who rode the rails

Then lay down on the roads we paved to the crumbs we used for trails

And discredit all the roves, liberty's cracked within the bells

The demons in your heaven's and the angels in your hells

Hey!

Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouths

When they sing along to this very song, let's spread word all around, hey!

F.O.P., boycott me, for I am standing up

I'd rather taste the rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup

I'd rather taste the rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup

The scorned few of today are the heroes of tomorrow

They'll be a holiday; times of regret and sorrow

And when they're pressed on stamps, we'll hope they're not forgotten

So let's go down in history, blacklisted and boycotted

Hey!

Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouths

When they sing along to this very song, spread word all around, hey!

F.O.P., boycott me, for I am standing up

I'd rather taste the rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup

I'd rather taste the rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup