Rolling Iron

Tanks a lot army protestWe are fathering protests
In our fathers’ prison states
And we’ll all be reunited
Or crushed against the gates

Oh, when the tanks come rolling in
Oh, when the tanks come rolling in
Lord, how I want to be in that RIOT
When the tanks coming rolling in

And when the guns begin to chime
And when the battles rage all night
Lord, how I want to be in that RIOT
When the flags begin to burn

And when the moon turns red with blood
And with the turbans mauve with blood
Lord, how I want to be in that RIOT
When Tahrir Square runs red with blood

Oh, when the Imam sounds the call
Oh, when the statues once raised fall
Lord, how I want to be in that RIOT
When the puppetmasters fall

Some say this world of trouble
Is the western world of greed
I’m waiting for that morning,
When our freedoms are appealed.

Oh When the New World Order is revealed
Oh When the New World Order is revealed
Lord, how I want to be in that RIOT
When the New World-fucking-Order is revealed

Oh, when the tanks come rolling in
Oh, when the tanks come rolling in
Lord, how I want to be in that RIOT
When the tanks coming rolling in