I had a clear prophetic dream: Subconscious, slow-mo, jump cut, small town murder scene Inside a warm aterial glow I heard the Fembots on the radio ...And then the riot ...And then the riot Exploding stars and crashing cars like sentinels Its the famous final laugh It's the much maligned historic epigraph Like a dreaming embryo Like a Time Bomb underneath the snow (You'll never know when she'll blow) First the quiet and then the riot A simple choice, a simple voice, a clarion They first defy it and then the riot Emits a sound that's understood by everyone We could while away the days togeth Ignore the victims on the wall Or we could man this barricade togeth And warn the world "No Pasaron!" Like a shudder from the ocean floor A sudden stutter in the Status Quo First the the wave and then the undertow ...and then the riot