He was struck by static to the heart,
Shot by an appendage from a television tube,
And knowing it meant to be showered with sound,
He became a believer, he became a believer,
And now he's slamming chords,
And leading the crowd ten-thousand strong,
They're shouting in unison, shouting in unison.
And they're burning their draft cards,
And desecrating photographs,
Burnt through the heart by
Static through the heart, static through the heart, static through the...
A man crouches on the street with static in his eyes
And takes it as a sign from the gods up above
To shout from the rooftops and write letters to the government.
He's writing revelations for the showdown.
And now he's slamming chords,
And leading the crowd ten-thousand strong,
They're shouting in unison, shouting in unison:
"Mom and Dad, wake! Wake from your slumber because
We're gonna burn this motherfucker down!
Because sometimes we burn and steal and rape and kill and sacrifice,
Just to remind ourselves that we're still alive."
Static through the heart, static through the heart, static through the heart...
This is not a test, this is the real thing.
This is not a test, this is the real thing.
This is not a test, this is the real thing.
This is not a test, this is not a test, this is the real thing.
This is not a test, this is not a test, this is the real thing.
"Mom and Dad, wake! Wake from your slumber because
We're gonna burn this motherfucker down!
Because sometimes we burn and steal and rape and kill and sacrifice,
Just to remind ourselves that we're still alive."