Oh I've seen better days
 With the sunlight fading like a
 Tabloid and I
 I have found
 All those double-barreled
 Freedom fighters are in
 For themselves,
 And this call to arms has
 Never been about anything else

 Fire one more round
 But hate is not a lone assailant
 Hear the drummers' pound
 Won't you listen to the homespun violent
 Sound

 Hatred on the prowl
 Underneath a
 New guise
 Garb and gown
 And he's so persuasive
 When you look in his eyes
 All dumbfound
 All the double-talkin'
 Politicians expose their intimate lives
 While the sheep are lowing
 For the shepherd is sure
 He never arrives

 Fire one more round
 The hate is not a lone assailant
 Hear the drummers pound
 Listen to the homespun violent
 Sound
 Sound
 Sound

 Ooh, I'll tell you how it pains to say this
 Ugliness is ours
 But I would rather lay in bed
 And maybe even sleep all day
 And then maybe sleep some more
 Some more

 Suspicion is a powerful religion when it
 Leads to force
 On these shores
 In the jungles of the midwest
 Dwarf militia
 Train for war
 Right on course
 Ulike the famous fable
 Revolution won't yield a fireworks show
 Unlike the famous fable
 Revolution won't end
 On July the Fourth

 Fire one more round
 The hate is not a lone assailant
 Hear the drummers pound
 Listen to the homespun violent
 Sound
 Sound
 Sound
 Yeah sound
 Yeah the Homespun Sound
 I hear the sound
 Yeah the Homespun Sound