I saw the weatherman Up from the underground Planted a blossom and Opened their eyes again I been holding on Laying him down again one in back of the head One for that officer who thinks that he just can kill without remorse I want some revolt You trust your president I trust my dissidents riot squads coming in you think we give a shit. I, I surely don't, I want some revolt . Call-in America call it whatever love it's still the same old thing rich killing poor folk sing. You, you love your God's. I, I want some revolt.