Refused - Protest Song '68Lyrics

To sing you must first open your mouth You must have a pair of lungs And a little knowledge of music It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar The essential thing is that I want to sing Then this is a song, I'm singing I breathe in and I create Rewoke the spirit sixty eight Fresh meaning to torn ideas Let's bring life to old clichés Punch a hole in tradition Yeah, let's listen To the songs of discontent The chords and the movement It could all be so simple We would all stand baffled by the precision and accuracy Our jaws would hurt from dropping So hard, fast and unexpected It would be the perfect metaphor It would be the perfect song we'd be singing I breathe out and I scream Rewoke Malatestas dream Inspiration from the past Focus to the future at last Fixed dogmas can't substitute Creative thought and action We could be dangerous Art as a real threat And all it is is words Words said a million times before And all it is is a song A song sung a million times before I breathe in and I create Rewoke the spirit '68 I breathe out and I scream Rewoke Malatestas dream