Yesterday I swore to you
we'd go without a fight
But that's before they beat her
down to let the spark ignite
The cops get to her, laughed at her,
broken on the floor
And when she tried to raise herself,
they said she wants some more
Our lady is a redhead thing,
fierce and yet serene
But this girl's a fighter,
she's the bearer of my dreams
Her father was a drinking man,
he'd take his belt to her
And since she kicked his balls in,
I'm a life suburbia
The dice are loaded, the deck is stacked
The game is rigged, she's turning back
Now they are upon us,
the men who would be king
We hold our love, we hold our hope,
we do no following
Now they are upon us
The men who would be king
So we brace ourselves again
for yet another charge
For plastic shields, iron bars,
and advertising boards
Against this tide of rising hate
we'll let go of our fears
For every class that infiltrates
we shed another tear
The dice are low, the deck is stacked,
the game is rich in turn and back
Now they are upon us,
the men who have became
We hold our love, we hold our hope,
we do not follow it
And now they are upon us
The dice are loaded, the deck is stacked,
the game is rigged so turn it back
Now they are upon us,
the men who have became
We hold our love, we hold our hope,
we do no following
But now they are upon us
The dice are loaded, the deck is stacked,
the game is rigged to turn the pack
Now they are upon us,
it's the man who would be king
We hold our love, we hold our hope,
we do no following
For each and every one of us
Is worth more than all their kings