Resisting Tyrannical Government Songtext
von Propagandhi

Why don′t we all strap bombs to our chests?
And ride our bikes to the next G7 picnic
Seems easier with every clock tick

But whose will would that represent?
Mine, yours, the rank and file, or better yet
The government?

But I don't want to catalyze, synthesize
The second final solution
Don′t want to be the Steve Smith of the revolution


It's an easy analogy, we're the Oilers
The World Bank, the Flames
Two minutes remain in the seventh game of the best of 7 series, yeah

Jesus saves, Gretzky scores
The workers slave, the rich get more
One wrong move, we risk the cup
Play the man, not the puck

Why don′t we plant a mechanic virus and erase the memory
Of the machines that maintain this capitalist dynasty?
And yes, I recognize the irony
The system I oppose affords me the luxury


Of biting the hand that feeds
That′s exactly why privileged fucks like me
Should feel obliged to whine and kick and scream
Yeah, 'til everyone has everything they need