You Are Not a Riot (An RSVP From David Siqueiros to Andy Warhol)

You, you are not a riot

You are a right-wing terror military assault upon

You, you are not rebellion

You are a pretty piece of paper which is signed by murderers

You, you are not a riot

You are the tight leather pants on the old ex-general

You, you are not rebellion

I got the invite to your party and I threw it away

You, you are not a riot

You're an unapologetic pad for the judge's gavel

You, you are not rebellion

You are a sitcom based on a torture chamber

You, you are not a riot

You are the fanfare for the king's drunken vomit

You, you are not rebellion

I got the invite to your party and I threw it away

A rebellion is both love and lust

And a riot is when lightning hits the right spot

And my painting isn't finished 'til it kills you

And it makes you feel more powerful than pills do

A rebellion is both love and lust

And a riot is when lightning hits the right spot

And my painting isn't finished 'til it kills you

And it makes you feel more powerful than pills do

You, you are not a riot

You are a condo complete with wall-to-wall carpet bomb

You, you are not rebellion

You are a well-funded beat-down in the boss's washroom

You, you are not a riot

You are the goldfish breath of death in my neck

You, you are not rebellion

I got the invite to your party and I threw it away

You fascist fashionista, you imperial shantoose

You upper-crusty punk, you pillager's excuse

You duking disciple of disconnection who fellates

The Empire State Building blank space on your paper

Matching blank looks on your face

A rebellion is both love and lust

And a riot is when lightning hits the right spot

And my painting isn't finished 'til it kills you

Or it makes you feel more powerful than pills do

A rebellion is both love and lust

And a riot is when lightning hits the right spot

And my painting isn't finished 'til it kills you