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