Michael Franti And Spearhead - Time To Go Home lyrics

air is hot with revolution, brilliant as a fire-ball

october is cold, our passion enflamed

days of red, days of blood

nowhere to run, no where to hide

no way, no how, to try and stay alive

silent scope, my target nears

my bead is drawn, my aim is true

broke the line, cracked their spines

a reign to last one-thousand years

running for your life, getting nowhere, they got you on your knees

no light at the end of the tunnel, no escape, no reprieve

nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, no way, no how, to try and stay alive

the revolution is a means to and end

the sickle swings reaping crops of dead

hammers are falling, they're smashing the bones

necks will be strung, heads will roll

ready, aim

nowhere to hide