Chorus:

How many more gotta die

How many more mothers gotta cry

How many more gotta be under surveillance by the FBI

How many more black spy helicopters in the sky

How many more government lies will CNN televise

How many more fifth amendment alibis

How many more of ours behind bars for life

How many more government eyes watching out lives

How many more bogus trials and planted vials

How many more denials and Racial Profiles

How many more Amadou Diallos do there gotta be

Before we mobilize and start marchin' in the streets

How many more peeps gotta represent dissidence

Before the president starts listening

To what we sayin', we need freedom and asylum

From the violence at the hands of government-ill tyrants

How many more Guillianis will you sick on me

How many more McCarthys will call me a commie

Ashcroft and Tom Ridge might call me a terrorist

How many more times can they censor a lyricist

How many more flags will brothers and sisters wave

Before they realize we still treated like slaves

How many more shiny things and bling will they show us

Before we rise up and just take what they owe us

How many more cops, how many more feds

How many more on lock, how many more dead

How may more Fred Hamptons and Huey Newtons

How many more police state sponsored black shootings

How many more Malcolms, How many more Martins

How many more cops in the halls in kindergartens

Jail to the thief we never voted for they leader

How many more years before they finally free Mumia

Chorus

How many more towers gotta tumble

How many more world super powers gotta rumble

How many more treaties gotta crumble

Before we recognize that we in a whole world of trouble, how many more

How many more reporters won't ask the right questions

How many more CEOs spending our pensions

How many more subliminal media suggestions

How many more wars of unfounded aggression

How many more covert operations

How many more overt occupations of other nations

Public relations calls it liberation

How many more soldiers getting stationed, citizens complacent

How many more sons, how many more daughters

How many more slaughters for arbitrary borders

The new world order is the old world horror

The rich get richer while the poor get poorer

How many more voices need to rise in opposition

Before they stop calling it sedition...and treason

How many more reasons do we need to impeach him

He lied, took us to war, and Gore beat him

How many more state of the unions

How many more tons pollution

How many more tax breaks as a solution

Before we had enough this shit and start the revolution.

How many more gotta die

How many more mothers gotta cry

How many more gotta be under surveillance by the FBI

How many more black spy helicopters in the sky

How many more government lies will CNN televise

How many more fifth amendment alibis

How many more of ours behind bars for life

How many more government eyes watching out lives

How many more bogus trials and planted vials

How many more denials and Racial Profiles

How many more Amadou Diallos do there gotta be

Before we mobilize and start marchin' in the streets

How many more peeps gotta represent dissidence

Before the president starts listening

To what we sayin', we need freedom and asylum

From the violence at the hands of government-ill tyrants

How many more Guillianis will you sick on me

How many more McCarthys will call me a commie

Ashcroft and Tom Ridge might call me a terrorist

How many more times can they censor a lyricist

How many more flags will brothers and sisters wave

Before they realize we still treated like slaves

How many more shiny things and bling will they show us

Before we rise up and just take what they owe us

How many more cops, how many more feds

How many more on lock, how many more dead

How may more Fred Hamptons and Huey Newtons

How many more police state sponsored black shootings

How many more Malcolms, How many more Martins

How many more cops in the halls in kindergartens

Jail to the thief we never voted for they leader

How many more years before they finally free Mumia

Chorus

How many more towers gotta tumble

How many more world super powers gotta rumble

How many more treaties gotta crumble

Before we recognize that we in a whole world of trouble, how many more

How many more reporters won't ask the right questions

How many more CEOs spending our pensions

How many more subliminal media suggestions

How many more wars of unfounded aggression

How many more covert operations

How many more overt occupations of other nations

Public relations calls it liberation

How many more soldiers getting stationed, citizens complacent

How many more sons, how many more daughters

How many more slaughters for arbitrary borders

The new world order is the old world horror

The rich get richer while the poor get poorer

How many more voices need to rise in opposition

Before they stop calling it sedition...and treason

How many more reasons do we need to impeach him

He lied, took us to war, and Gore beat him

How many more state of the unions

How many more tons pollution

How many more tax breaks as a solution

Before we had enough this shit and start the revolution.

inviata da **Riccardo Venturi** - 6/9/2005 - 09:59

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Lyrics available at

http://polsong.gcal.ac.uk/songs/rev1.html

"Before America declared war on Iraq in 2003, I began writing a poem about my feeling. We were still at war in Afghanistan, and it was a little over a decade ago that we have been fighting Iraq before. I felt disgusted that within the first few years of the new millennium, America would set a tone of aggression, violence, revenge, and selfishness for the 'new American century'. How dumb are we? What did we learn during the bloody 20th century? Two world wars? Atomic weapons? How could we possibly start off the next 100 years by fighting TWO wars? A war in a country that had done nothing to us? 'How many more gotta die?' I asked. How many more mothers gotta cry? It was a protest of war. Well, of course we DID go to war in Iraq. And the song changed scope, and as no longer simply about war, and became a protest song. When history begins repeating itself, one has to ask oneself, 'How Many More?'"