Louder - Mud Sun

All the way from UK without an ID number

To flip syntax with the impact of a funk drummer

Spin back the revolution

I hunt the hunter

From the slums of London

To where winter becomes summer

An old liberator is neo-nazi

I am not too happy

To watch Mugabe

Drainin' the coins in the peoples pockets

Breakin' the pavement for a poxy prophet

The stink’s so heavy in the heart of where the bosses rot

And it spreads over the globe and the world watches

Democratic murder

Bullets pepper ballot boxes

Single party politics

Are filing off his blocks

It’s reminiscent of the television horror

The demolition of a country for a quick dollar

Politician men are sipping from the city’s coffers

No amount of rhetoric can hide their dishonor

But this globe trotter’s not afraid

To blow the xenophobe off it’s

Office with a phrase

So call me the prose bomber

The grenade pin puller

Show stopper

Got to chase the cock away

Raise your flame

Stake your claim

Say your name out

Louder!

Louder!

Louder!

Louder!

If you’re in the crowd

Stick your fists out

Get Loud

Louder!

Louder!

Louder!

Louder!

I’ve got these southern neighbors who’ve been causing problems lately

They got people locked in cages on their property

It’s crazy

Guantanamo Bay is basically a concentration camp

Where the inmates are trapped in cages by the patriot act

They’re trying to get some information fast but it’s unreliable

And where the hell did a man’s right to trial go?

There’s no defenses when your file is closed behind those green fences

And there’s no reason to even mention the Geneva Convention

'Cause your special classification doesn’t seem to be listed as a need of

protection

So they can keep you in prison

With chains on your feet

And squeeze you into a fetal position

Until they’re finished with their whole

Middle Eastern freedom mission

If this doesn’t breach the constitution then it needs revision

But it’s practically tradition

Witch hunts, Macarthyism

And abuse of power

Their lives are whispers

But they might start to listen if the truth is louder

Raise your flame

Stake your claim

Say your name out

Louder!

Louder!

Louder!

Louder!

If you’re in the crowd

Stick your fists out

Get Loud

Louder!

Louder!

Louder!

Louder!

How about this then Mr. President?

The bubble that you’re livin' in is about to blow like glycerin

And you tried to tie my hands

But I unfettered them

Blow the light

Hook the lineup

I’m layin' down the evidence

Yeah it’s Mud Sun lyrical Gad Flies two voices of dissent

Exposing mad lies left and right unmasking poisonous men

We live in a gap full of landmines where most political stories are spinned

But the louder we speak truth to power the sooner this bullshit is going to end

Raise your flame

Stake your claim

Say your name out

Louder!

Louder!

Louder!

Louder!

If you’re in the crowd

Stick your fists out

Get Loud

Louder!

Louder!

Louder!

Louder!