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Produced by The Filthy Politicians
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CHORUS:
Play the reveille. Hope that you had a good night.
Now it's time to wake up. That sun light is so bright.
I ain't giving up yet on this fight for this life.
I would die to protect what has kept us alive. (x2)
Yo, it's Zack de la Rouda playing Reveille. You better wake up; you can't
lay in bed asleep. Me and The Filthy Politicians make the message sound fresh
like the smell of trees. It feels sweet like a mellow breeze.
It makes you wanna listen in like we're telling secrets,
the kind you share with all your friends cause they're fun to speak of,
and everybody needs to heed 'em so we must repeat 'em.
I'm hoping that you see first things first: the planet is the mother of the people.
Before we planned it everybody was an equal. Now our buildings kill things,
and in the wilderness is the Garden of Eden.
Yet, still we're putting all our faith and trust in preachers,
never pay respect to teachers while we wait for God to speak to us,
but he speaks through us when we give true love.
We get healthy; we hum the melody, and play the Reveille.
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This the Reveille, that crack-of-dawn racket, yelling, get up,
the ship's sinking. The mast is cracking. It's re-evaluate or evacuate.
Bail it out and risk drowning or try to escape.
While we were sleeping here, something dumb happened.
We awoke in this war-zone, bombs dropping, guns clapping.
We gotta come tough.
This is in honor of your momma, son, y'all ball a fist. Lift it up.
We got lost, caught up in the fog, wandering across this bridge into beyond,
but everybody walked on. Now, Rewild Or Die.
Babylon going hungry on Ramadan.
I-and-I trust you with you cause we Allah God.
We ain't never going back like a Holocaust.
We getting ready for Taps because it's almost dark.
Zion rise like the moon on the Amistad.
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