Texty: Mischief Brew. Save A City....

Beware, the tide's a'rising
in the city of brotherly love.
The blood red lights were a'flashin
as the cellars rose up in a flood.
And as they dragged you from the depths of mud, they beat you while you were down.
And then they tossed you in jail for a hundred years:
save a city, burn it down.
And that's what they said
as they tore your homes
to the ground.

And when I was seven in surburban heaven,
the teachers and elders and police...
they'd cover my ears so I wouldn't hear
the gunshots soar through those city streets.
And if anyone questioned the liberty bomb,
or why the timers were even wound,
a scolding they'd earn, and so we soon learned:
to save a city, you burn it down.
And that's what they said
as they burned their
homes to the ground.

So many people and so many lives.
So many keep silent so they can survive.
Respect
slaughtering cops and the politicians they laud,
or the gavels will crush your home
and you'll be expected to applaud.

So the crime was a trip to the market.
The sentence, a lifetime of hurt,
as she saw through tears,
her home of thirty of years
reduced to rubble and dirt.
And she cursed those who would approach her
and hold papers up to her face, and say,
"You shoulf feel blessed you live in the U.S.
and not some other hellish place"

So take heed if you live in the city
in a part where the tourists wont's tread.
And beware if you maintain resisantce
and choose not to be on eof othe led.
And if you're out in surburban gardens,
don't let them plant lies deep in your head,
'cause you too could come home to no home
or to find your family dead.

'Cause they've got this dream of a city
where no community unity can be found.
So stand up and save your neighbor hood.
Fuck the city, burn it down(x3)