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Set for a good old-fashioned game of chess Two worlds to be "cured" with certain measures "Let's strike them to the ground, it's our God-given right We have the power, we have the arms We have a strategy to get the job well done Some drastic measures sit so right in trying times We'd rather strike than wake up looking into the barrel of a loaded gun" Some men are hard as steel, some are disconnected Some put their faith in any crook that gets elected It's a shady world, it's a playground for the wicked It's a world gone wrong, where the gap keeps growing bigger The spirit of the rebel It's about to now begin The spirit of the rebel You can fight a man, but you can't fight his ideas Better sit down and talk it out now, turn the other cheek Love is the answer - love is the answer! So give us one good man to sort it out How about some thinking before you blow the chessboard clean It's a frickin nightmare and an apocalyptic dream You can hunt the king down and expect the rest to give in But the spirit of the rebel is now about to begin We're just a link in the rusty chain of time We're just the same old men that force the hands of crime The same old Kings and Queens that dig their early graves The same old brothers die upon the barricades From Letras Mania