“Tomorrow, You’re Homeless. Tonight, It’s a Blast!”

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Trump and the non-ideological wing of the protesters have at least one thing in common: a lack of faith. And that lack of faith drives them to create their own particular and specific idea of utopia or heaven here on earth.

Trump has obtained his (wealth and power) by way of corruption, and aims to keep it — by any means necessary. Same for his most powerful and wealthiest of supporters.

Rioters have neither the means nor the same ends as the filthy rich; but their demands for “a better future” are as real and as essential as Trump’s grip on wealth and power. Trump’s Bible-debasing and hate speech are signifiers of his true and only heaven on earth. Violence and outrage are those of the weak, whose heaven may only amount to the desire for a few crumbs from the rich man’s table. Rioting renders the formerly invisible, visible. The weak, powerful.

As Malcolm X once quipped regarding violence during the previous Civil Rights Era, “The chickens have come home to roost.” They most certainly have. And Trump is no farmer.

Riot

Song by Dead Kennedys ‧ 1982

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: D.H. Peligro / East Bay Ray / Jello Biafra / Klaus Flouride

Riot lyrics © Kobalt Music

Rioting, the unbeatable high

Adrenalin shoots your nerves to the sky
Everyone knows this town is gonna blow
And it's all
Gonna blow right now
Now you can smash all the windows that you want
All you really need are some friends and a rock
Throwing a brick never felt so damn good
Smash more glass
Scream with a laugh
And wallow with the crowds, watch them kicking peoples' ass
But you get to the place
Where the real slave-drivers live
It's walled off by the riot squad aiming guns right at your head
So you turn right around
And play right into their hands
And set your own neighborhood
Burning to the ground instead
Ah, ha-ha
Ah, ha-ha
Ah, ha-ha
Ah, ha-ha
Riot, the unbeatable high
Riot, shoots your nerves to the sky
Riot, playing right into their hands
Tomorrow you're homeless, tonight it's a blast
Get your kicks in quick
They're callin' the National Guard
Now could be your only chance to torch a police car
Climb the roof, kick the siren in and jump and yelp for joy
Quickly, dive back in the crowd, slip away, now don't get caught
Let's loot the spiffy hi-fi store, grab as much as you can hold
Pray your full arms don't fall off, here comes the owner with a gun
Ah, ha-ha
Ah, ha-ha
Ah, ha-ha
Ah, ha-ha
Riot, the unbeatable high
Riot, shoots your nerves to the sky
Riot, playing right into their hands
Tomorrow you're homeless, tonight it's a blast
Yee-ah!
Yee-ah!
Yee-ah!
Yee-ah!
Yee-ah!
Shit!
The barricades spring up from nowhere
Cops in helmets line the lines
Shotguns prod into your bellies
The trigger fingers want an excuse
Now!
The raging mob has lost its nerve
There's more of us but who goes first?
No one dares to cross the line
The cops know that they've won
It's all over but not quite, the pigs have just begun to fight
They club your heads, kick your teeth
Police can riot all that they please
Ah, ha-ha
Ah, ha-ha
Ah, ha-ha
Ah, ha-ha, yeah!
Riot, the unbeatable high
Riot, shoots your nerves to the sky
Riot, playing right into their hands
Tomorrow you're homeless, tonight it's a blast
Riot, the unbeatable high
Riot, shoots your nerves to the sky
Riot, playing right into their hands
Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast
Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast
Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast
Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast
Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast
Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast
Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast