Lyrics:

(Martin Luther King died with love!
Kennedy died talking about something he couldn't even understand, some kind of generalized love, and he never even backed it up
He was shot down. Bullshit!
'Love is the only weapon with which I've got to fight.'
I've got a hell of a lot of weapons to fight!
I've got my claws. I've got cutlasses
I've got guns. I've got dynamite
I've got a hell of a lot to fight!
I'll fight! I'll fight!
I'll!
I will fight! I will fight!
I will fight! I will fight!)
Sick of the song
Sick of the soul
Sick of the man
And the lack of control
Sick of the sound
Sick of the friends (Let them hear it in the night!)
Something's gone wrong
I thought I heard the old man say
As the insides spilled out
Into the cold mountain air
And I never thought I would feel
Never thought I would feel this way
Been dying or dead for years
And this was just his way of saying

(Let them hear it in the night!)