We Got Game

There’s a choice to be made
We never used to blindly disobey
Now make some noise, never fade
Retrace the steps of millions before us
What is fair to get ahead?
It’s not an even game if you can’t bid
They don’t care, never did
If we want it, we will have to take it from the overfed

We got game
And we were put to shame
Acting kind
So we came to speak our mind
And what else, what else
What else could we do?
Jumpcut, horses, riots

You keep talking middle ground
So sick of hearing about that middle ground
This is it, you can’t go ‘round
There’s just no other middle to be found
Like with this bunch of racist loons
The kind of guys you would not like to spoon
If in power, one whisky sour
And everyone I love would be jailed within the hour
So…

We got game
And we were put to shame
Acting kind
So we have changed our minds
And now what? Now what?
Now what will they do?
Jumpcut, horses, riots
Is it true?
Laser beam, swat team, not a dream

I believe Paris Grey
Singing the sun will chase the clouds away
I believe what she say
Because I want and have to believe that way

Is it true?
Paycuts, gunshots, riots
Yes, it’s true
Mind you, it’s true