BREAD AND CIRCUITS LYRICS

"Hampton's Floor Plan"

When ships take on water
You'll find no rats around
Headless chickens we scatter
Scrambling for some solid ground
And frantic fists tend to grip
To stake out their own
Self-serving contributions
Always seem to find a home

They shot you in the back
Just ask who drew up the maps
But hope takes hold with a
Knowing of all the things you've
Got in stock and when you build
It's best to build with materials
That you've got

Locked away in days that burn
In uncomfortable distance
At times it's hard to say
If we offer any resistance
But each and every day an
Insurrection of the heart
Can stand, the point of reference
To a revolutionary start

They shot you in the back...

On the morning of the 4th the
Floor plans were known by the
Hit squad assassins and their
Handlers in Rome
They broke Fred Hampton's
Body but failed to learn that
The threat will remain of the
Dead down below

And it's been said before
In the blood and stone
Of generations below
The inevitable voice of justice
Strikes, poetic

Thanks to Peterpunk for these lyrics

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