Guerrilla Radio

who stops the banks, who snaps at party ranks

Wants a bar on a son of a drunk lord, not only a bum

Fuck it, cut the calls

Lights out, put on the radio

Turn that shit up

Lights out, put on the radio

Turn that shit up

Lights out, put on the radio

Turn that shit up

Lights out, put on the radio

Oh, I checked the frequencies back in the beltway boots out D.C.

Way past the days of bombing them.

See sound off when we are going to be free.

Who got them? Check the federal file.

Oh, you can never go to trial as well.

Oh, you can't try to silence my style of them all at the box.

It's my radio dial.

Lights out.

Oh,

so much.

Lights out to the radio.

Turn that shit off! Lights out! Turn the radio!

Turn that shit off! Lights out! Turn the radio!

Turn that shit off!

It's got somewhere. It has to start sometime.

What better place than here? What better time than now?

Oh! Help!

Watch out!

Oh! Help!

SOMEBODY HELP!

OH! HELP!

SOMEBODY HELP!

HELP!

SOMEBODY HELP!

SOMEBODY HELP!