For revolution rock, can all the kings get up
And feel the drums the way they sometimes talk
The beat outside the box
Stomp the corporotocracy and the free trade docks
Down in Mexico
Where song and dance belong to one and all
The free radicals, the untouchables
And revolutionary songs still grow
When I'm dead, don't say you loved me
When all you did was hate and shove me
And all I had was standard iss. punk rock!
Give me combat standard issue rock
Give me combat standard issue rock
Revolution rock
For revolution rock, the lines around the block
And everybody's come for a little light and time off of the clock
So I swear I'll sing from the heart and not give up
Leaders care not without something small to gain
Please tell me who has won when nothing remains
When I'm dead, don't say you loved me
When all you did was hate and shove me
And all I had was standard iss. punk rock!
Give me combat standard issue rock
Combat boots and everything they're not
Revolution rock
When the reggae rock has left my song
And the rebel sound has up and gone
Will the kids still wanna scream and sing along?
When I was a little kid, I would always bob my head to myself
Even now my only thing is to try to make the world sing oh-oh just for you
When the reggae rock has left the song
And the rebel sound is dead and gone
Will the kids and immigrant belong
To the corporates who write pablum tunes?
And all I have are standard issue songs
And feel the drums the way they sometimes talk
The beat outside the box
Stomp the corporotocracy and the free trade docks
Down in Mexico
Where song and dance belong to one and all
The free radicals, the untouchables
And revolutionary songs still grow
When I'm dead, don't say you loved me
When all you did was hate and shove me
And all I had was standard iss. punk rock!
Give me combat standard issue rock
Give me combat standard issue rock
Revolution rock
For revolution rock, the lines around the block
And everybody's come for a little light and time off of the clock
So I swear I'll sing from the heart and not give up
Leaders care not without something small to gain
Please tell me who has won when nothing remains
When I'm dead, don't say you loved me
When all you did was hate and shove me
And all I had was standard iss. punk rock!
Give me combat standard issue rock
Combat boots and everything they're not
Revolution rock
When the reggae rock has left my song
And the rebel sound has up and gone
Will the kids still wanna scream and sing along?
When I was a little kid, I would always bob my head to myself
Even now my only thing is to try to make the world sing oh-oh just for you
When the reggae rock has left the song
And the rebel sound is dead and gone
Will the kids and immigrant belong
To the corporates who write pablum tunes?
And all I have are standard issue songs