Boycott Me!

Listen to the fife and snare marching through the square
 Stencil flags of insurrection dancing through the air
 Read the rants of a Thomas Payne of modern day
 I have felt a spirit that has not yet gone away
 Hey!
 Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouths
 When they sing along to this very song, spread word all around, hey!
 F.O.P, boycott me, for I am standing up
 I'd rather taste the rebel's lore than drink blood from your cup
 I'd rather taste the rebel's lore than drink blood from your cup
 Read the rants of those in jail and those who rode the rails
 Then lay down on the roads we paved to the crumbs we used for trails
 And discredit all the roves, liberty's cracked within the bells
 The demons in your heaven's eye and the angels in your hells
 Hey!
 Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouths
 When they sing along to this very song, spread word all around, hey!
 F.O.P, boycott me, for I am standing up
 I'd rather taste the rebel's lore than drink blood from your cup
 I'd rather taste the rebel's lore than drink blood from your cup
 The scorned few of today are the heroes of tomorrow
 They'll be a holiday; times of regret and sorrow
 And when they're pressed on stamps, we'll hope they're not forgotten
 So let's go down in history, blacklisted and boycotted
 Hey!
 Boycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouths
 When they sing along to this very song, spread word all around, hey!
 F.O.P, boycott me, for I am standing up
 I'd rather taste the rebel's lore than drink blood from your cup
 I'd rather taste the rebel's lore than drink blood from your cup