Erik Petersen - Boycott Me!

Listen to the fife and snare marching through the square
Stenciled flags of insurrection dancing through the air
Read the rants of a Thomas Paine of modern day
I have felt a spirit that has not yet gone away, hey!

Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouths
As they sing along with this very song and spread word all around
FOP, boycott me for I am standing up
I'd rather taste a rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup
I'd rather taste a rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup

Read the rants of those in jail, the ones who rode the rails
Then lay down on these roads we've paved, eat the crumbs we used for trails
Discredit all the rogues' liberty's crack within the bells
The demons in your heavens and the angels in your hells

Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouths
As they sing along with this very song and spread word all around
FOP, boycott me for I am standing up
I'd rather taste a rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup
I'd rather taste a rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup

The scorned few of today are the heroes of tomorrow
There'll be a holiday of times of regret and sorrow
And when they're pressed on stamps, we'll hope they're not forgotten
So let's go down in history black-listed and boycotted

Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouths
As they sing along with this very song and spread word all around
FOP, boycott me for I am standing up
I'd rather taste a rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup
I'd rather taste a rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup