There will be no bombs
No raving applause
No soldiers coming home
From war at the cafe
No war on the streets
This is not the way
The revolution will not
Be televised
Buildings will burn but
We’re blind to the words
Emerging as ashes
From setfire fascists
No, we say!
No televisions
But we’ll run away same
As yesterday
When firebombs burst
At government buildings
And like ants all the
Apathetics are burned
This scourge of the Earth
No!
The revolution
Will not be televised
But the fires are
Out your window
Look out from the cafe
And the cyber combat
The real anarchy
Is out your window
