Boycott Me!

Listen to the fife and snare marching through the square
Stencil flags of insurrection dancing through the air
Read the rants of a Thomas Payne of modern day
I have felt a spirit that has not yet gone away
Hey!
Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children’s mouths
When they sing along to this very song, spread word all around, hey!
F.O.P, boycott me, for I am standing up
I’d rather taste the rebel’s glory than drink blood from your cup
I’d rather taste the rebel’s glory than drink blood from your cup
Read the rants of those in jail and those who rode the rails
Then lay down on the roads we paved to the crumbs we used for trails
And discredit all the roves, liberty’s cracked within the bells
The demons in your heaven’s eye and the angels in your hells
Hey!
Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children’s mouths
When they sing along to this very song, spread word all around, hey!
F.O.P, boycott me, for I am standing up
I’d rather taste the rebel’s glory than drink blood from your cup
I’d rather taste the rebel’s glory than drink blood from your cup
The scorned few of today are the heroes of tomorrow
They’ll be a holiday; times of regret and sorrow
And when they’re pressed on stamps, we’ll hope they’re not forgotten
So let’s go down in history, blacklisted and boycotted
Hey!
Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children’s mouths
When they sing along to this very song, spread word all around, hey!
F.O.P, boycott me, for I am standing up
I’d rather taste the rebel’s glory than drink blood from your cup
I’d rather taste the rebel’s glory than drink blood from your cup