Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fight With Tools , by - Flobots. Release date: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
Fight With Tools |
| Echo echo one-nine |
| Hear the call through fault lines |
| Smoke signals, old rhymes |
| Shorted lights in store signs |
| Spelled in a broken code |
| Find that it is time to |
| Breath, build, bend, and refine you |
| We sky tenants |
| Give it all but wont give up |
| Radio soul antennas |
| Radio to lift spirits |
| Call sign commando |
| M.o. |
| is independence |
| Scream till the walls fall, |
| Dissolve all the limits |
| Occupied minds |
| Unemployed skills |
| Desolation |
| Worn out |
| Torn down |
| Just for now thrill seekers |
| Slanging |
| Test tube babies in beakers |
| Where gun blasts pump straight from the speakers |
| The system where the |
| Poor get poorly paid |
| To hold the ladder |
| Where the rich get ricocheted |
| Into the stratosphere |
| And in between people are rushin' like vladimir |
| With metals to make their status clear |
| Get us out of here |
| We need heroes |
| Build them |
| Don't put your fist up |
| Fill them |
| Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands |
| We're the architects of our last stand |
| We need heroes |
| Build them |
| Don't put your fist up |
| Fill them |
| Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands |
| We're the architects of our last stand |
| There's a war going on for your mind |
| Those who seek to occupy it will stop at nothing |
| The battlefield is everywhere |
| There is no sanctuary |
| There are no civilians |
| You have two choices |
| Surrender or enlist |
| What kind of person are you |
| Always the first to argue |
| Or never down to stick your neck out |
| Cause it hurts you far too much |
| To see your rep suffer |
| Set you up a buffer |
| Well neither is enough for us cut from a tougher brand of duct tape |
| The propaganda's stuck on us like sock pajamas |
| Spread like a virus |
| Through accepted thoughts and proper manners |
| But off the cameras |
| Somethings simmering across the land |
| About to bubble up |
| And knock the lids off of the pots and pans |
| We are non stop juggernauts |
| Stomp ziggurats |
| Spit manifestos |
| By terabytes and gigawatts |
| Shock paradigms |
| Give sense to a score |
| Throw thoughts through the sky |
| Activate twenty more |
| In these high and dry times |
| Expectorate on dogma |
| Pragmatic sycophants |
| Divide and conquer |
| We build bridges offer |
| Hard work and prosper |
| As hand made heroes brought to you by no sponsors |
| We need heroes |
| Build them |
| Don't put your fist up |
| Fill them |
| Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands |
| We're the architects of our last stand |
| We need heroes |
| Build them |
| Don't put your fist up |
| Fill them |
| Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands |
| We're the architects of our last stand |
| We need heroes |
| Build them |
| Don't put your fist up |
| Fill them |
| Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands |
| We're the architects of our last stand |
| We need heroes |
| Build them |
| Don't put your fist up |
| Fill them |
| Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands |
| We're the architects of our last stand |
| All free minds to the front |
| All free minds to the front |
| We call upon women |
| We call upon children |
| We call upon the handicapped |
| The infirmed |
| The weak of heart |
| We need your courage |
| Your dedication |
| Your passion |
| Your conviction |
| Gather up your platinum |
| Melt it down |
| Gather up your gold |
| Melt it down |
| Gather up your silver |
| Your bronze |
| Your aluminum |
| Melt it down |
| Melt it down |
| Melt it down |