LYRIC

Seen the worst minds of my generation making too much
dough on nothing, nothing;
seen the best minds have everything taken away for making
something.
There’s freedom lost when there are Spaces gone,
surely they’re ahead of us.
Surely they’re ahead.
And we can’t afford to stop running and pick up those
weapons that will make us move onwards, onwards, no
compromise, onwards.
Guess I’m opting for ‘no surrender’ ’cause we’ve talked
and talked and they will not hear a thing.
When you see them coming,
you will hear them howl ‘onwards, onwards, no compromise,
onwards, nothing forgiven, nothing forgot’. We all like
uniforms but ours look so much more rad than theirs.

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