Pick a song, then a rhythm
Pick a fight, pick me.
Hold steady, I won’t leave
Until you choose me.
Learn that song, heart the words
My words, your voice and that how we make it
A little hope, with some belief
Faith in me, so pick the dirtiest fight
And go to war with me.
Fight for the future, draw your sword for the light
Gun down the opposition, the dissent
Kill them all, and be the big, bad wolf
Devour the world, its your for the taking
And yet, if you would just look back once
You will always find me humming
To the tune, if you would pick me.