Talking Revolution Blues

The house of cards sits shining perched on a hill With carte blanche for the jackboots and a license to kill How could I be so foolish to think change could come from within? Only through chaos could the new order set in So I set out to destroy the empires of men If I could look out upon embers, I'd be satisfied in the end But that ain't the story that I came here to tell So roll up your windows, because we're driving through hell I stole from the banker, and I locked up the chief And I shot the politician to get some relief When I met his wife, she said, "you're going to die too" I said, "when I meet my maker, I'll introduce him to you" Then she called me a scoundrel, a dog, and a louse Then she lit a candle and burned down the whole house! You'd think that the pain would've broken the spell So roll up your windows, because we're driving through hell You know I've got a notion that this furnace won't last And I been meaning to thank you for pulling me from the past They say that the end don't justify the means But I'm telling you, friend, that's just one of their schemes If goodwill could be purchased, I'd trade in my genes I'd trade in my backbone and sell all my things But that ain't the story that I came here to tell So roll up your windows, because we're driving through hell When I came to my senses, and I looked around It was as if the heavens had merged with the ground The air was so acrid, it choked up my lungs In place of trees and of flowers, there were bombs and there were guns And, yeah, the Good Book doth say you gotta turn the other cheek And the Earth you'll inherit amongst the mild and the meek But that ain't the story that I came here to tell So roll up your sleeves, because we're raising some hell