"There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part. You can't even passively take part, and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop. And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all"
- Mario Savio*
To save face how low can you go?
Talk a lot of game but yet you don't know,
Static on the way make us all say whoa,
The people up top push the people down low,
Get down
And obey every word,
Steady getting mine if you haven't yet heard,
Wanna take what I got,
Don't be absurd
Don't fight the power,
Nobody gets hurt
If you haven't heard yet then I'm letting you know
There ain't shit we don't run when the guns unload
And no one make a move unless my people say so,
Got everything outta control,
Now everybody go
Steel unload final blow,
We the animals take control,
Hear us now clear and true,
Wretches and kings we come for you
So keep pace how slow can you go,
Talk a lot of shit and yet you don't know
Fire on the way make you all say whoa,
The people up top and the people down low,
Get down
And I'm running it like that
The front of the attack is exactly where I'm at,
Somewhere in between,
The kick and the hi hat,
The pen and the contract,
The pitch and the contact
So get with the combat I'm letting 'em know
There ain't shit you can say to make me back down no
So push the button let the whole thing blow,
Spinning everything outta control
Now everybody go
Steel unload final blow,
We the animals take control,
Hear us now clear and true,
Wretches and kings we come for you
Steel unload fire blow
Filthy animals beat them low,
Skin and bone, black and blue
No more this sun shall beat onto you
From the front to the back and the side to side
If you fear what I feel put 'em up real high
