Built like a dream out of the past

(Crushing generations with a foggy mass)

Of seething anger and unhealed wounds(I can′t make this right but don't be confused)

Whoah-ho, (whoah-oh-oh-oh-ho)

I am a rifle, I am this blockade

I′m banners and violence and car-bombs and riots!

(I am a rifle, I am this blockade)

(I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons!)

Don't look to me to give the future back

(Don't look to me to rework the past)

I′m only here to bring things to a head

(You can cover your ears, it doesn′t change who I am), no!

Whoah-ho, (whoah-oh-oh-oh-ho)

I am a rifle, I am this blockade

I'm banners and violence and car-bombs and riots!

(I am a rifle, I am this blockade)

(I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons!)

("You, the people have the power")

("To make this life free and beautiful")

("To make this life a wonderful adventure")

("You are not machines you not titled")

("And I′m the name of democracy they choose their power")

("Let us all unite!")

I haunt the Chilcotin

I stalk Palestine

I fueled Rwanda's worst

I held Lasagna′s hand

I'm one hundred shades of hunger

Whoah-ho, (whoah-oh-oh-oh-ho)

I am a rifle, I am this blockade

I am the fire of a thousand murdered sons!

I am resistance, I am your problem!

I′m not leaving and I am your fault!