The world is burning, Minneapolis too
Set alight by the boys in blue
White knights marching in their rags
Putting children in body bags
Say their name
Say their name
Say their name
You had me fooled, the wool was over my eyes
What a clever little disguise
Pastoral scenes by the poplar trees
It used to be by rope and now it's by the knee
And all the outlets built to deceive
And rob the people of their right to breathe
You had me fooled, the wool was over my eyes
What a clever little disguise
Institution rotten to the core
Treating prison like an abattoir
Where are all the singers? They're quiet, that's strange
When it comes to talk of some real change