Generals

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 haven’t made a dollar yet

Haven’t I paid my dues yet?

Calling all my Generals

My Daughters

My Revolutionists

We got strength in numbers

And they’re 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

Haven’t 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 it’s been fucked

Calling all my Generals

My Daughters

My Revolutionists

We got strength in numbers

And they’re gon’ to pay

Get your black boots on

Beat your marching drum

We’re gonna make ‘em run

We’re gonna get ‘em on the run

So get your warpaint on

Let ‘em know we’re out for blood