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A middle class mom crouches on the hill |
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Eyes behind binoculars, she sits so still |
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Spots a boy going under the freeway |
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Whispers in her radio, going for the kill |
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Open your eyes, you're fighting kids |
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Who only want to make their mark |
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Everything else you took away |
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You left them in the dark, open your eyes |
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Your way is not about beauty |
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It's about rights and choice |
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Speech isn't free |
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It is only for those who can afford to raise their voice |
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Say it is pollution, they say it is a sin |
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Mobilize their force to stop the demon within |
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They say it is not a battle, it is a full scale war |
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Recruiting volunteers like never before |
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Say it is so ugly, they say it is an eyesore |
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But remember, they're the ones who build department stores |
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Puts ads on the benches, signs on the windows |
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Asphalt where the grass used to grow |
