© 2020 In my days, was no slave, I was a king With my knights, we would fight and always win How do you sow the seed of revolution You take the youth You take their money You take their future You teach them nothing When you've got nothing You got everything to lose And when you're finished You won't diminish The flames of raging youth Under the guise of 47 years Under the nose of everyone Hard to believe what we have seen these/this years/year Hard to forgive what you/we have done Fanning the fascists of a thousand years Fanning the fascists of our time Spreading the lies, the hate, the death and fear A true definition of a crime In my time, was no crime to start a war With my friends, we would dance on your son's corpse