Refused - Protest Song '68 Lyrics
To sing you must first open your mouth,you must have a pair of lungs,and a little knowledge of musicIt's not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitarThe essential thing is that I want to singthen this is a song, I'm singingI breathe in and I create -rewoke the spirit '68Fresh meaning to torn ideaslet's bring life to old clichsPunch a hole in traditionyeah, let's listen to the songs of discontentto the chords and the movement,to the chords and the movementIt could all be so simple,we would all stand baffled by the precision and accuracyOur jaws would hurt from dropping so hard, fast and unexpectedIt would be the perfect metaphorIt would be the perfect song we'd be singingI breathe out and I scream -rewoke the Malatestas dreamInspiration from the pastfocus to the future at lastFixed dogmas can't substitutecreative thought and actionWe could be dangerousart as a real threatAnd all it is is words,words said a million times beforeAnd all it is is a song,a song sung a million times beforeI breathe in and I create -rewoke the spirit '68I breathe out and I scream -rewoke the Malatestas dream
