Fight with Tools Lyrics
| Song | Fight with Tools |
| Artist | The Flobots |
| Album | Fight with Tools |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Flobots | |
| Transmission | |
| Signals comin’ through, okay | |
| Echo, echo one-nine | |
| Hear the call through fault lines | |
| Smoke signals, old rhymes | |
| Shorted lights in store signs | |
| Spelled in a broken code | |
| Find that it is time to | |
| Breathe, build, bend | |
| And refine you | |
| We sky tenants give it all | |
| But won’t give up radio | |
| Soul antennas, radio | |
| You lift spirits | |
| Call sign, ‘ | |
| Commando’M. | |
| O. is independent | |
| Scream till the walls fall | |
| Dissolve all the limits | |
| Occupied minds | |
| Unemployed skills | |
| Desolation, worn out | |
| Torn down‘ | |
| Just for now’ thrill seekers | |
| Slangin’ test tube babies in beakers | |
| Where gun blasts pump | |
| Straight from the speakers | |
| The system where | |
| The poor get poorly paid | |
| To hold the ladder | |
| Where the rich get ricocheted | |
| Into the stratosphere | |
| And in between people | |
| Are rushin' like | |
| VladimirWith metals to make their status clear | |
| Get us out of here | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don’t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We’re the architects of our last stand | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don’t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We’re the architects of our last stand | |
| There’s a war goin’ on for your mind | |
| Those who seek to occupy it will stop at nothin’ | |
| The battlefield is everywhere | |
| There is no sanctuary, there are no civilians | |
| You have two choices, surrender or enlist | |
| What kind of person are you? | |
| Always the first to argue | |
| Or never down to stick your neck out‘ | |
| Cause it hurts you far too much | |
| To see your rep suffer | |
| Set you up a buffer | |
| Well, neither is enough for us cut | |
| From a tougher brand of duct tape | |
| The propaganda's stuck | |
| On us like sock pajamas | |
| Spread like a virus | |
| Through accepted thoughts | |
| And proper manners | |
| But off the cameras | |
| Something’s simmerin’ across the land | |
| About to bubble up and knock | |
| The lids off of the pots and pans | |
| We are non stop juggernauts | |
| Stomp ziggurats | |
| Spit manifestos | |
| By terabytes and gigawatts | |
| Shock paradigms | |
| Give sense to a score | |
| Throw thoughts through the sky | |
| And activate twenty more | |
| In these high and dry times | |
| Expectorate on dogma | |
| Pragmatic sycophants | |
| Divide and conquer | |
| We build bridges | |
| Offer hard work and prosper | |
| As hand made heroes | |
| Brought to you by no sponsors | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don’t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We’re the architects of our last stand | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don’t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We’re the architects of our last stand | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don’t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We’re the architects of our last stand | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don’t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We’re the architects of our last stand | |
| All free minds to the front | |
| All free minds to the front | |
| We call upon women | |
| We call upon children | |
| We call upon the handicapped | |
| The infirmed, the week of heart | |
| We need your courage, your dedication | |
| Your passion, your commitment | |
| Gather up your platinum, melt it down | |
| Gather up your gold, melt it down | |
| Gather up your silver, your bronze | |
| Your aluminum, melt it down | |
| Melt it down, melt it down |
| zuo qu : Flobots | |
| Transmission | |
| Signals comin' through, okay | |
| Echo, echo onenine | |
| Hear the call through fault lines | |
| Smoke signals, old rhymes | |
| Shorted lights in store signs | |
| Spelled in a broken code | |
| Find that it is time to | |
| Breathe, build, bend | |
| And refine you | |
| We sky tenants give it all | |
| But won' t give up radio | |
| Soul antennas, radio | |
| You lift spirits | |
| Call sign, ' | |
| Commando' M. | |
| O. is independent | |
| Scream till the walls fall | |
| Dissolve all the limits | |
| Occupied minds | |
| Unemployed skills | |
| Desolation, worn out | |
| Torn down' | |
| Just for now' thrill seekers | |
| Slangin' test tube babies in beakers | |
| Where gun blasts pump | |
| Straight from the speakers | |
| The system where | |
| The poor get poorly paid | |
| To hold the ladder | |
| Where the rich get ricocheted | |
| Into the stratosphere | |
| And in between people | |
| Are rushin' like | |
| VladimirWith metals to make their status clear | |
| Get us out of here | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don' t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We' re the architects of our last stand | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don' t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We' re the architects of our last stand | |
| There' s a war goin' on for your mind | |
| Those who seek to occupy it will stop at nothin' | |
| The battlefield is everywhere | |
| There is no sanctuary, there are no civilians | |
| You have two choices, surrender or enlist | |
| What kind of person are you? | |
| Always the first to argue | |
| Or never down to stick your neck out' | |
| Cause it hurts you far too much | |
| To see your rep suffer | |
| Set you up a buffer | |
| Well, neither is enough for us cut | |
| From a tougher brand of duct tape | |
| The propaganda' s stuck | |
| On us like sock pajamas | |
| Spread like a virus | |
| Through accepted thoughts | |
| And proper manners | |
| But off the cameras | |
| Something' s simmerin' across the land | |
| About to bubble up and knock | |
| The lids off of the pots and pans | |
| We are non stop juggernauts | |
| Stomp ziggurats | |
| Spit manifestos | |
| By terabytes and gigawatts | |
| Shock paradigms | |
| Give sense to a score | |
| Throw thoughts through the sky | |
| And activate twenty more | |
| In these high and dry times | |
| Expectorate on dogma | |
| Pragmatic sycophants | |
| Divide and conquer | |
| We build bridges | |
| Offer hard work and prosper | |
| As hand made heroes | |
| Brought to you by no sponsors | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don' t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We' re the architects of our last stand | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don' t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We' re the architects of our last stand | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don' t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We' re the architects of our last stand | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don' t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We' re the architects of our last stand | |
| All free minds to the front | |
| All free minds to the front | |
| We call upon women | |
| We call upon children | |
| We call upon the handicapped | |
| The infirmed, the week of heart | |
| We need your courage, your dedication | |
| Your passion, your commitment | |
| Gather up your platinum, melt it down | |
| Gather up your gold, melt it down | |
| Gather up your silver, your bronze | |
| Your aluminum, melt it down | |
| Melt it down, melt it down |
| zuò qǔ : Flobots | |
| Transmission | |
| Signals comin' through, okay | |
| Echo, echo onenine | |
| Hear the call through fault lines | |
| Smoke signals, old rhymes | |
| Shorted lights in store signs | |
| Spelled in a broken code | |
| Find that it is time to | |
| Breathe, build, bend | |
| And refine you | |
| We sky tenants give it all | |
| But won' t give up radio | |
| Soul antennas, radio | |
| You lift spirits | |
| Call sign, ' | |
| Commando' M. | |
| O. is independent | |
| Scream till the walls fall | |
| Dissolve all the limits | |
| Occupied minds | |
| Unemployed skills | |
| Desolation, worn out | |
| Torn down' | |
| Just for now' thrill seekers | |
| Slangin' test tube babies in beakers | |
| Where gun blasts pump | |
| Straight from the speakers | |
| The system where | |
| The poor get poorly paid | |
| To hold the ladder | |
| Where the rich get ricocheted | |
| Into the stratosphere | |
| And in between people | |
| Are rushin' like | |
| VladimirWith metals to make their status clear | |
| Get us out of here | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don' t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We' re the architects of our last stand | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don' t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We' re the architects of our last stand | |
| There' s a war goin' on for your mind | |
| Those who seek to occupy it will stop at nothin' | |
| The battlefield is everywhere | |
| There is no sanctuary, there are no civilians | |
| You have two choices, surrender or enlist | |
| What kind of person are you? | |
| Always the first to argue | |
| Or never down to stick your neck out' | |
| Cause it hurts you far too much | |
| To see your rep suffer | |
| Set you up a buffer | |
| Well, neither is enough for us cut | |
| From a tougher brand of duct tape | |
| The propaganda' s stuck | |
| On us like sock pajamas | |
| Spread like a virus | |
| Through accepted thoughts | |
| And proper manners | |
| But off the cameras | |
| Something' s simmerin' across the land | |
| About to bubble up and knock | |
| The lids off of the pots and pans | |
| We are non stop juggernauts | |
| Stomp ziggurats | |
| Spit manifestos | |
| By terabytes and gigawatts | |
| Shock paradigms | |
| Give sense to a score | |
| Throw thoughts through the sky | |
| And activate twenty more | |
| In these high and dry times | |
| Expectorate on dogma | |
| Pragmatic sycophants | |
| Divide and conquer | |
| We build bridges | |
| Offer hard work and prosper | |
| As hand made heroes | |
| Brought to you by no sponsors | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don' t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We' re the architects of our last stand | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don' t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We' re the architects of our last stand | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don' t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We' re the architects of our last stand | |
| We need heroes, build them | |
| Don' t put your fist up, fill them | |
| With our hopes, with our hearts and our hands | |
| We' re the architects of our last stand | |
| All free minds to the front | |
| All free minds to the front | |
| We call upon women | |
| We call upon children | |
| We call upon the handicapped | |
| The infirmed, the week of heart | |
| We need your courage, your dedication | |
| Your passion, your commitment | |
| Gather up your platinum, melt it down | |
| Gather up your gold, melt it down | |
| Gather up your silver, your bronze | |
| Your aluminum, melt it down | |
| Melt it down, melt it down |
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