Boots on the Ground

Assemble all the rebels and then fill 'em up with drink

To grant the extra courage and the impetus to think

Scabbards at the ready, we are prone to pick a fight

You woke a sleeping giant so we're darkening the skies

Don't write us off as fools, we might not look like much

We're ragged and we're unified, but pack a fearsome punch

Pounding past the fortress of biases and spite

You won't know what just hit you as it comes up from the side

This could be your longest-ever night

March against tyranny

Break the doors down

March as the slings and the arrows abound

Sound all the trumpets

Gather the crowds

Come all ye sinners, get boots on the ground

Eviscerate the evil we're unified against

Imaginary patriots that trade in disrespect

Uniforms are just a way of instituting hate

They're organized around desire to hurt and suffocate

Fuck 'em, 'cuz we're busting down the gate

Stand up to racism

Rise up and shout

Face your oppressors, hold them to account

March for equality

Sword in the clouds

Come all ye wretched, get boots on the ground

A bloody Jolly Roger beside a flaming torch

A generation planning the amount of earth to scorch

Silencing a fascist, the overarching goal

Taking back our dignity and reasonable control

Gathering to once again be whole

March against tyranny

Break the doors down

March against all of the bullshit you've found

Sound all the trumpets

Gather the crowds

Come all ye sinners, get boots on the ground

Stand up to racism

Rise up and shout

Face your oppressors, hold them to account

March for equality

Sword in the clouds

Come all ye wretched, get boots on the ground

Yeah, boots on the ground!