Lyrics:

I need a political job
In a blue collar town
So I can pay my rent
When the music is on
I get my best blood drawn
But I havent made a dollar yet

Havent I paid my dues yet?

Calling all my Generals
My Daughters
My Revolutionists
We got strength in numbers
And theyre gon to pay for it

We burn the money in our homes
Oh our books and bones
Are breaking down so fast
But they keep putting all our cash
Into the next bloodbath
Honey, tell you I am sick of it

Havent we paid our dues yet?

Hey all my sisters [YEAH]
What you want [LOVE]
And all my brothers [YEAH]
What you got [LOVE]
You wanna fix it [YEAH]
Or fuck it up
Come on fix it
Cause its been fucked

Calling all my Generals
My Daughters
My Revolutionists
We got strength in numbers
And theyre gon to pay

Get your black boots on
Beat your marching drum
Were gonna make em run
Were gonna get em on the run
So get your warpaint on
Let em know were out for blood