Faithless on the skids Being hung out to dry,

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