Rumor about a Revolution

You don't have a choice if it is so familiar it seems right,
There has to be something wrong with that if you can't even fight.
You can put up your fists but do you really want do go through this again?
You know as soon as you have put them down you might actually win.

There's a rumor about a revolution that will shakes your guns and ammunition,
You might as well put them away; you are stuck against your ambitions.
You can try as much as you like, but we both know you can't fight,
You've got a little revenge in your heart, but that just isn't right.
Either stick to your guns, or run away just like your mother did,
You've got the Yankees on your tail and you've got nothing left to bid.

It's amazing how we all fall so quickly, in a game that's not our own,
We can cry and we can scream, but the battle will still go on and drone.
In war and revolution the best you can do is just not take the bloodshed,
Just stay at home, cover up with the covers, and rest in your bed.
For when a fight is rolling through, the smartest thing to do,
Is to make peace, yet still stand up for what you believe is true.