Listen to the fife and snare marching through the squarenStenciled flags of insurrection dancing through the airnRead the rants of a Thomas Paine of modern daynI have felt a spirit that has not yet gone awaynnBoycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouthsnAs they sing along with this very song and spread word all aroundnFOP boycott me for I am standing upnI'd rather taste a rebel's glory than drink blood from your cupnI'd rather taste a rebel's glory than drink blood from your cupnnRead the rants of those in jail the ones who rode the railsnThen lay down on these roads we've paved eat the crumbs we used for trailsnDiscredit all the rogues liberty's crack within the bellsnThe demons in your heavens and the angels in your hellsnnBoycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouthsnAs they sing along with this very song and spread word all aroundnFOP boycott me for I am standing upnI'd rather taste a rebel's glory than drink blood from your cupnI'd rather taste a rebel's glory than drink blood from your cupnnThe scorned few of today are the heroes of tomorrownThere'll be a holiday times of regret and sorrownAnd when they're pressed on stamps we'll hope they're not forgottennSo let's go down in history black-listed and boycottennnBoycott me and boycott this and mute your children's mouthsnAs they sing along with this very song and spread word all aroundnFOP boycott me for I am standing upnI'd rather taste a rebel's glory than drink blood from your cupnI'd rather taste a rebel's glory than drink blood from your cup