Unite Paroles

To the underground we descend
With our whole gereration to defend
Got a whole army on my case, Got the devil in my face
'Cause that punk knows it's the end!

Unite! Ignite!
And spark a light
To burn so bright,
The sight will blind the blind
Of this our modern time

Oh yeah, I got a beef with the fence-sitters,
Tares among the wheat, the cop-outs, the quitters
Cut from the branch, fruitless, no good,
Only one use...
and that's firewood
Pay no mind to the generation line
Forsake your sect and be color blind
The problem's not Hollywood, the problem's not Washington
The problem's a weak divided church of schizmed Christians. Raised my mind for all this time and now it's your turn
Got enough gasoline and plenty o' matches
Finally I'm free and I shake off the ashes
From the city of refuse, I refuse to pay dues
To you, not me, and none of the free and the few