Lyrics:

Faithless on the skids Being hung out to dry,
Oh I've seen better days
With the sunlight fading like a
Tabloid and I
I have found
All those double-barreled
Freedom fighters are in
For themselves,
And this call to arms has
Never been about anything else

Fire one more round
But hate is not a lone assailant
Hear the drummers' pound
Won't you listen to the homespun violent
Sound

Hatred on the prowl
Underneath a
New guise
Garb and gown
And he's so persuasive
When you look in his eyes
All dumbfound
All the double-talkin'
Politicians expose their intimate lives
While the sheep are lowing
For the shepherd is sure
He never arrives

Fire one more round
The hate is not a lone assailant
Hear the drummers pound
Listen to the homespun violent
Sound
Sound
Sound

Ooh, I'll tell you how it pains to say this
Ugliness is ours
But I would rather lay in bed
And maybe even sleep all day
And then maybe sleep some more
Some more

Suspicion is a powerful religion when it
Leads to force
On these shores
In the jungles of the midwest
Dwarf militia
Train for war
Right on course
Ulike the famous fable
Revolution won't yield a fireworks show
Unlike the famous fable
Revolution won't end
On July the Fourth

Fire one more round
The hate is not a lone assailant
Hear the drummers pound
Listen to the homespun violent
Sound
Sound
Sound
Yeah sound
Yeah the Homespun Sound
I hear the sound
Yeah the Homespun Sound