Erik Petersen - Boycott me
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Boycott Me!
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liEsten to the fife and snare,
marching through the square
StC#mencil flags of insurrection,
daBncin' through the air
REead the rants of a Thomas Paine
Aof modern dEay
AI have felt a spiErit,
that has nBot yet gone aEway
BoyEcott me and boycott this
and mBute your children's moEuths
WAhen they sing along
to this very sEong
SpAread word all aroBund
Hey, FAOP, boyEcott me
fBor I am standingC#m up
I'd raAther taste a reEbel's glory
than dBrink blood from yEour cup'
I'd raAther taste a reEbel's glory
than drBink blood from your cup
Breakdown:
E A E A E B E
REead the rants of those in jail
and those who rode the rails
Then C#mlay down on the roads we paved
eat the crBumbs we used for trails
And discEredit all the rogues,
liberty's cracked wiAthin the beElls
The demAon's in your heaEvens
and the anBgels in your heElls
BoyEcott me and boycott this
and mBute your children's moEuths
WAhen they sing along
to this very soEng
SpAread word all aroBund
Hey, FAOP, boyEcott me
fBor I am standingC#m up
I'd raAther taste a reEbel's glory
than drBink blood from yEour cup'
I'd raAther taste a reEbel's glory
than drBink blood from your cup
C#m E (2x)
A E B C#m B E
TEhe scorned few of today
are the heroes of tomorrow
They'll C#mbe a holiday,
times oBf regret and sorrow
and whEen they're pressed on stamps
we'll hAope they're not forgEotten
So leAt's go down in hisEtory,
blacBklisted and boycEotten
BoyEcott me and boycott this
and mBute your children's moEuths
WAhen they sing along
to this very sEong
SpAread word all arBound
Hey, FAOP, boyEcott me
fBor I am standingC#m up
I'd ratAher taste a reEbel's glory
than dBrink blood from yEour cup'
I'd raAther taste a reEbel's glory
than drBink blood from your cup
Outro:
E A E A E B E