Tom Morello - The Lost Cause ft. Manchester Orchestra (Official Lyric Video)

This one's for the shoeshine boy

And the farmer in debt

Each string is barbed wire

Each chord is a threat

This blues guy I met

That never had a hit

Said you don't gotta be loud, son

To be heavy as shit

Well I'm the triggerman, baby

And tonight I'll prove

That this machine here

Well it kills fascists too

And don't be surprised

If the sermon on the mount

Next time is delivered

In a little coffee house

Cause somebody here's

Gotta let them know

I doubt it's me

But here I go

I hit the button

Tape started to roll

The song's got fire

But it's got no soul

There's a lonely stretch of blacktop

Between here and home

Drop down into the valley

Piano playin' in the living room

And when you see the white barn

You'll know the journey's through

My dog's barking in the backseat

Cause he knows it too

You'll need a fake passport

And fix your disguise

And don't fire, sugar

Til you see the whites of their eyes

I turned the other cheek

But now I'm through

The skin you're in

Makes choices for you

I was checking off names

And I came late to dinner

Seems the slices of pie

Keep getting thinner and thinner

Brothers and sisters

Rejoice and repent

The landlord's dead

You can keep the rent

You got twelve fine friends

But one of 'em's rotten

There's a hole out back

Ain't got no bottom

Forty days in the wilderness

Forty sleepless nights

I'm confused, half blind

And sure I'm right

There's a lonely stretch of blacktop

Between here and home

Drop down into the valley

Piano playin' in the living room

And when you see the white barn

You'll know the journey's through

My dog's barking in the backseat

Cause he knows it too

Officer please

I won't be long

Called the radio station

Requested this song

I had my doubts

About what I knew

So I turned it up

Then it sounded true

Kiss the ring

If the Queen will let you

But come over the fence

And the dogs will get you

On a rope hung the traitor

On a hook hung the meat

You and me are missing persons

Til we're counted in the streets

So seize the time

And storm the tower

And come correct

With Maximum Firepower

For the sins of the fathers

The son he must pay

The Nightwatchman giveth

And he taketh away

Thought hard about this next line

Pretty sure it's true

If you take a step towards freedom

It'll take two steps towards you

So mister I ain't scared

And mister I ain't worried

Cause on that lonely stretch of blacktop

I sit as judge and jury

There's a lonely stretch of blacktop

Between here and home

Drop down into the valley

Piano playin' in the living room

And when you see the white barn

You know the journey's through

My dog's barking in the backseat

Cause he knows it too

The clock strikes the hour

Tonight we ride

The clock strikes the hour

Tonight we ride

The clock strikes the hour

Tonight we ride

You've got three more seconds

To choose sides