I was your POW last night, you had taken me prisoner in the dark of the night
And fed me your propaganda meant to insight
I admit that morning I was not the same, I was full of ideas about keeping you name close to my heart as I enter my war games
And someday you'll write rhetoric in books wooing all of the nations daughters and sons
You'll bring you looks and I'll bring the guns
And we'll take this town, banging on our revolution drums
You were so brilliant as well as a curse, you kept me complicit even when it heart
I'd stand with my head up praising your holly berth
Now there's blood in my streets and in my factories and my terrified people are giving you please, but you'll never let up on slowly killing me
And someday you'll write rhetoric in books wooing all of the nations daughters and sons
You'll bring you looks and I'll bring the guns
And we'll take this town, banging on our revolution drums
