Woorden: Mischief Brew. Boycott Me!.

Listens to the fifens, they're marchin through the square,
stencil flags of insurrection dancin' through the air.
Read the rants of a Thomas Paine, of modern day.
I have felt a spirit that has not yet gone away, hey!

Boycott me and boycott this and mute your childrens mouths when they sing along to this very song, spread word all around,

Hey FOB, boycott me for i am standing up, i'd rather taste a rebels lure than drink blood from your cup, i'd rather taste a rebels lure than drink blood from your cup!

Read the rants of those in jail and those who rode the rails,
then lay on the roads we pave and eat the crumbs we pave for trails and discredit all the roves liberty's cracked within the bells,
the demons in your heavens and the angels in your hells, hey!

Boycott me and boycott this and mute your childrens mouths when they sing along to this very song, spread word around

Hey FOB boycott me, for i am standing up, i'd rather taste a rebels lure than drink blood from your cup i'd rather taste a rebels lure than drink blood from your cup

The scorn few of today are the heroes of tomorrow, there'll be a holiday, times of regret and sorrow and when their pressed on stamps, we'll hope their not forgotten, so lets go down in history, black-listed and boycott em!

Hey! boycott me and boycott this and mute your childrens mouths when they sing along to this very song, spread word all around hey, FOB, boycott me for i am standing up! i'd rather taste a rebels lure than drink blood from your cup, i'd rather taste a rebels lure than drink blood from your cup.