| Listen to the fife and snare marching through the square
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| Stencil flags of insurrection dancing through the air
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| Read the rants of a Thomas Payne of modern day
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| I have felt a spirit that has not yet gone away
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| Hey!
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| Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children’s mouths
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| When they sing along to this very song, spread word all around, hey!
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| F.O.P, boycott me, for I am standing up
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| I’d rather taste the rebel’s glory than drink blood from your cup
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| I’d rather taste the rebel’s glory than drink blood from your cup
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| Read the rants of those in jail and those who rode the rails
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| Then lay down on the roads we paved to the crumbs we used for trails
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| And discredit all the roves, liberty’s cracked within the bells
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| The demons in your heaven’s eye and the angels in your hells
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| Hey!
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| Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children’s mouths
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| When they sing along to this very song, spread word all around, hey!
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| F.O.P, boycott me, for I am standing up
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| I’d rather taste the rebel’s glory than drink blood from your cup
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| I’d rather taste the rebel’s glory than drink blood from your cup
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| The scorned few of today are the heroes of tomorrow
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| They’ll be a holiday; |
| times of regret and sorrow
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| And when they’re pressed on stamps, we’ll hope they’re not forgotten
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| So let’s go down in history, blacklisted and boycotted
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| Hey!
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| Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children’s mouths
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| When they sing along to this very song, spread word all around, hey!
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| F.O.P, boycott me, for I am standing up
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| I’d rather taste the rebel’s glory than drink blood from your cup
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| I’d rather taste the rebel’s glory than drink blood from your cup |