Story Behind The Song
Another reaction to 9/11. Before we can make peace with the rest of the world we have to understand them.
Song Description
The emotions that lead to terrorism are very real and common to all of us. This song talks about desperation and what to do about it.
| Song Length |
4:34 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Fuming |
Subject |
Slavery |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Last call at the refugee tavern
Get your coat before they turn on the lights
Pound back that whiskey and hit the road
We?ve had all we?re gonna get tonight
My father?s house is just a pile of rubble
There?s an armored car at the end of the street
My brother crossed the line he?s in a world of trouble
There?s no place left to go and there?s no retreat
We?ve come to the end of the road
There?s no use getting old
We?re going out in a blaze of glory
Tomorrow the papers will tell the whole story
Like a stick of dynamite, a stick of dynamite
Gonna blow this town tonight
Like a stick of dynamite, a stick of dynamite
Gonna blow this town tonight
I was born in a cardboard shack
I slept on the floor in pile of straw
My daddy went to war and he never came back
I used to think it was the luck of the draw
But I hear the sirens in the distance
And I hear the footsteps comin down the hall
There?s nothing left for me but armed resistance
We never had a lot but they took it all
We?ve come to the end of the road
There?s no use getting old
We?re going out in a blaze of glory
Tomorrow the papers will tell the whole story
Like a stick of dynamite, a stick of dynamite
Gonna blow this town tonight
Like a stick of dynamite, a stick of dynamite
Gonna blow this town tonight