For revolution rock, can all the kings get up And feel the drums the way they sometimes talk The beat outside the box Stomp the corporotocracy and the free trade docks Down in Mexico Where song and dance belong to one and all The free radicals, the untouchables And revolutionary songs still grow When I'm dead, don't say you loved me When all you did was hate and shove me And all I had was standard iss. punk rock! Give me combat standard issue rock Give me combat standard issue rock Revolution rock For revolution rock, the lines around the block And everybody's come for a little light and time off of the clock So I swear I'll sing from the heart and not give up Leaders care not without something small to gain Please tell me who has won when nothing remains When I'm dead, don't say you loved me When all you did was hate and shove me And all I had was standard iss. punk rock! Give me combat standard issue rock Combat boots and everything they're not Revolution rock When the reggae rock has left my song And the rebel sound has up and gone Will the kids still wanna scream and sing along? When I was a little kid, I would always bob my head to myself Even now my only thing is to try to make the world sing oh-oh just for you When the reggae rock has left the song And the rebel sound is dead and gone Will the kids and immigrant belong To the corporates who write pablum tunes? And all I have are standard issue songs