Cobra Skulls At The Top Of Your Lungs - Cobra Skulls

It suddenly occurred to me

At a rally back at home

People were aimless and wandering

So I picked up a guitar to change the tone

I know the reasons why we gather cannot be the same

But I had one in particular and I sang his ugly name

If you don’t get good and angry no one will pay attention

Screaming every reason is a chaos to unite us

Someone shouted

There was an energy in the crowd

Instead of disconnected it felt like we were proud to come together

That’s the reason I pick up my guitar

We gathered at the courthouse

Across from city hall

Because Bush’s state of the union addresses

Don’t represent the state of things at all

I was disgusted by a stifled yearning to object

With a fist in the air and a yell if heard that just might take effect

The organizers stumble in nostalgic reproduction

Unaware the crowd was losing interest so I picked a guitar

My voice was resolute and stood as an example

Oh how it cracked, oh how I could have laughed

Oh how I filled the air with what I know it lacked

It confuses people when you say you’re fighting for a cause

And carry the demeanor you’ve already fought and lost

If you don’t get good and angry you’re a reason to support the opposition

So I picked up a guitar