But now they tell us, as if we’re fools
sharing is stealing, kids!
no matter how appealing it is
to get your music for free
it takes its toll on society

But before you grieve, before you feel
that we’re a bunch of thieves who love to steal
let’s make it real:

Music, most of you will agree
is beautiful, it sets us free
makes us full emotionally
art is humanity’s destiny,
so why’s the industry gotta be pesterin’ me
arrestin’ me? the hell, are you jestin’ me?
Why shell out G’s for a CD
when you can download an MP3
is it wrong
to share a file?
is our whole generation
in denial?
No! I say go
home right now
turn on your WinMX
select 100 priceless masterpieces
sweet releases
tha beats tha rhythms the melodies
tha jazz tha funk tha symphonies
tha grooves to soothe all maladies---
music is a beautiful thing
don’t let the suits take you under their wing
they are not the artists
they’re the profiteers
they don’t deserve your money
they deserve your jeers
let them hear
your dissent, without veneer
make them fear, as well they should
the youth, cuz we got good
on our side--
no shame for our transgression
you can’t make it a crime, cuz it’s a blessin’
it’s the future, it’s technology
you’re out of your element--, you’re history

If you don’t let your kids
do what you did
then age has made you a hypocrite
If you abuse your power
your face a glower
then you’re dead long before your final hour

If you urge conformity
and crave authority
then you’ll be crushed by your own enormity

You pompous zealot
don’t you dare to tell us
what to do when it’s clear that you’re just jealous

What happened to truth?
What happened to your youth?
Weren’t things more beautiful when you were loose?

You thought you were radical
descend from your pedestal
all the blood in your body, it took a sabbatical

Was there ever a time?
You committed a crime?
Just so you could see society climb?

We’re young
and we’re bold
it don’t take a gun
to kill the old

Revolution
is our function
ancient regime
accept extreme unction

like xeroxin’ papers, recording VCRs
we’re proliferating art near and afar
and those who try to stop us are
dinosaurs, hear them roar
hear them sputter, green hearts flutter
their greed breeds a seed of
cancer,
limpin’ symptom of egotism
pimpin’ musicians like
bemused whores

What’s my answer? how do we battle
the panderers who try to
herd us like cattle?
Who subject us to their prices
to their legislation, deceptive devices
like arrogant Luddites, they think their right
they delight in our plight, and how do we
fight against this misery?
how do we set our browsers free?

the hour has come
to overthrow despotic capitalism
which blows its jissom
in our eyes
blinds us to the great surprise
archaic self-interest will never subside
private-industry’s swollen pride
will take us on a stormy ride
deprive us of music, thrive as it uses us
abuses us like drooling priests
ruling us like tyrant beasts!

Adam Smith's invisible hand
clenches Mother Earth's testicles
even though the globe is warming
everyone's cold as icicles

Grey afternoons mourn the morning
humanity's in a pickle
stormy souls drive SUV's
instead of fuel-free bicycles

I looked at you, don't look at me
but if your fancy is tickled
be renegade and heed the warning
defy everything typical

if we desire another dawning,
track the downfall to its source
the world turns round with capital
but it's rolling off course

turn yourself into an obstacle
halt its fiercesome force