Our Turn from Wonder by Flower Crown Me A Queen

The notion of devotion breeds a simple plan to die
At the hands of all our errors, no one has to feign surprise
For the time will come again when we try to make amends
And by then, we’ll have blackened out the sky

Oh the haves attempt escape, but without us, they won’t get far
How can you grow your own food if you can’t drive your own five cars?
For the propaganda isn’t on the tele anymore
And the revolution’s come to your front door

Oh, the people they will sing songs of woe and ecstasy
As the pillars topple down, and make way for you and me
Oh, the flags will all be burned, and we’ll finally get our turn
To fuck it up, yeah we’ll die on our own terms

All the hobos riding freight through what used to be called states
They’ll spread stories of collectives where there’s not an empty plate
Where no binary prevails, no more classes, no more jails
And there’s hospitals, all free of charge or wait

The borders won’t exist, for no nations will persist
And there won’t be any money for elections to be fixed
No economy in sight, fuck a buck, let’s do this right
Yes, To everyone according to their need!

Oh, the people they will sing songs of woe and ecstasy
As the pillars topple down, and make way for you and me
Oh, the flags will all be burned, and we’ll finally get our turn
To fuck it up, yeah we’ll die on our own terms

Now I know this song lacks nuance and perspectives not my own
And a land that wasn’t claimed long before me to make home
It’s a nice thought of a future that I probably won’t see
But that doesn’t mean I won’t fight to be free!

Oh take a look around you, fuck, we’re probably gonna die
Unless we take the world by storm and shoot some leaders in the eye
Now I know you don’t want blood but it’s already in the street
It’s been painted by the bullets from their armies and police

It’s been signed by politicians bought by capital and greed
It’s been spilled by theocratic presidential nominees
It’s what’s pumping through the hearts of every person on this earth
And if we do nothing, then she’s gonna fucking burn

Oh, the people they will sing songs of woe and ecstasy
As the pillars topple down, and make way for you and me
Oh, the flags will all be burned, and we’ll finally get our turn
To fuck it up, yeah we’ll die on our own terms!

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