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Fight With Tools


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Flobots


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Transmission
Signals comin through, okayEcho, echo one-nine
Hear the call through fault lines
Smoke signals, old rhymes
Shorted lights in store signsSpelled in a broken code
Find that it is time to
Breathe, build, bend
And refine youWe sky tenants give it all
But wont give up radio
Soul antennas, radio
You lift spiritsCall sign, Commando
M.O. is independent
Scream till the walls fall
Dissolve all the limitsOccupied minds
Unemployed skills
Desolation, worn out
Torn downJust for now thrill seekers
Slangin test tube babies in beakers
Where gun blasts pump
Straight from the speakersThe system where
The poor get poorly paid
To hold the ladder
Where the rich get ricocheted
Into the stratosphereAnd in between people
Are rushin' like Vladimir
With metals to make their status clear
Get us out of hereWe need heroes, build them
Dont put your fist up, fill them
With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands
Were the architects of our last standWe need heroes, build them
Dont put your fist up, fill them
With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands
Were the architects of our last standTheres a war goin on for your mind
Those who seek to occupy it will stop at nothin
The battlefield is everywhere
There is no sanctuary, there are no civilians
You have two choices, surrender or enlistWhat kind of person are you?
Always the first to argue
Or never down to stick your neck out
Cause it hurts you far too muchTo see your rep suffer
Set you up a buffer
Well, neither is enough for us cut
From a tougher brand of duct tapeThe propaganda's stuck
On us like sock pajamas
Spread like a virus
Through accepted thoughts
And proper mannersBut off the cameras
Somethings simmerin across the land
About to bubble up and knock
The lids off of the pots and pansWe are non stop juggernauts
Stomp ziggurats
Spit manifestos
By terabytes and gigawattsShock paradigms
Give sense to a score
Throw thoughts through the sky
And activate twenty moreIn these high and dry times
Expectorate on dogma
Pragmatic sycophants
Divide and conquerWe build bridges
Offer hard work and prosper
As hand made heroes
Brought to you by no sponsorsWe need heroes, build them
Dont put your fist up, fill them
With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands
Were the architects of our last standWe need heroes, build them
Dont put your fist up, fill them
With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands
Were the architects of our last standWe need heroes, build them
Dont put your fist up, fill them
With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands
Were the architects of our last standWe need heroes, build them
Dont put your fist up, fill them
With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands
Were the architects of our last standAll free minds to the front
All free minds to the front
We call upon women
We call upon childrenWe call upon the handicapped
The infirmed, the week of heart
We need your courage, your dedication
Your passion, your commitmentGather 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
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