Bad Sandwiches and a Head Smashed on a Table

So sing your protest song
To a scene that's lost it's cause
There's a few of us with fist raised
And waiting
So raise your tired voice
There's a few left in the crowd
With our fists raised singing:

We are the loud
We are the proud
We are the fucking loyalty

We are the ones singing your songs

We'll keep believing
If you keep singing