I know this was more focused for Bush but I don't think its message is diminished. In fact I think the message is even more timely (re: say something you know they might attack you for...etc)
Turn my mic up louder I got to say somethin' Lightweight step it aside when we comin' Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumpin' People on the street they panic and start runnin.'
Words on loose leaf sheet complete comin' I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme of dumpin.' Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in Sick of the dark ways we march to the drummin.'
Jump when they tell us they wanna see jumpin' Fuck that I wanna see some fist pumpin' Risk somethin', take back what's yours Say somethin' that you know they might attack you for.
'Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before Like I'm stupid standin' for what I'm standin' for Like this war's really just a different brand of war Like it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poor.
Like they understand you in the back of the jet When you can't put gas in your tank These fuckers are laughin' their way to the bank and cashin' the cheque Askin' you to have compassion and have some respect.
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way Stutterin' and mumblin' for nightly news to replay And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day In their living room laughin' like "what did he say?"
[Chorus:] Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen
In my living room watchin' but I am not laughin' Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen The world is cold, bold men take action Have to react or get blown into fractions
Ten years old it's something to see Another kid my age drugged under a jeep Taken and bound and found later under a tree I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me.
Do you see the soldiers that are out today They brush the dust from bullet proof vests away It's ironic at times like this you pray But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads Inside your market, your shops, your clothes My dad he's got a lot of fear I know But enough pride inside not to let that show
My brother had a book he would hold with pride A little red cover with a broken spine On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside When the rich wage war it's the poor who die
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away Stutterin' and mumblin' for nightly news to replay And the rest of the world watchin' at the end of the day both scared and angry like "what did he say?"
[x6] With hands held high into the sky so blue, As the ocean opens up to swallow you.