we ride fixed gear bikes to symbolize that we're not dependent on your foreign ties. we are the wrench in the spokes of a life so defined, so share the road or just get back in line behind every car and truck that cannot bail themselves out without the government. so spend your days unfulfilled in your gridlock and we'll ride on, ride on, ride on ...

for the revolution will be in three-four time to a four-four beat in lives we syncopate with love and trust, in honesty. for the world we want to see lies in clapping hands and stomping feet, this is us, it's always been our future: the revolution will be in three-four.

and with guitars in hand, we are everyone's friend in basements and attics, on streets and meadowlands, we're busking for change and a song to incite, we hit all the wrong notes at all the right times. and we will play on ... and we will only stop when we feel it's right.

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we'll burn every inch of our flags of defiance in defiance and for every bridge that's in our way, we'll come for the ashes the next day. on open roads, for open notes, we send letters to what we used to call "home," with promises, in post scripts, they will read eternal: "join the movement, get moved." and you can say what you will, i will fight for what's right - be it a vegan option, against a school gentrified. i'll roll my bali shag and never blow smoke. i may get cancer of the lungs but never of the soul. and with this thirst that you cannot quench, we will drink pbr and recycle all the cans. and for this hunger, we will be well fed out of dumpsters of stores we'd never set foot in.

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and we will not break with voices that move, with voices that shake, if this is the time then this is the place, there is only now. there is only today.