crawling through the mud all night long   Hunted like rats by the Viet Cong   Fields of death bodies piled up higher   Through the silence of the Tet cease-fire   The will to fight seems so long gone   While back at home they sing a protest song   They burned them once then they shot them twice   Shot three times for the blood of christ      Sun sets of the days of rage   What抯 said and done by the chosen ones   Sun sets on the days of rage   As your cities burn the revolution comes      Crowd control becomes a police state   On the streets of Chicago 1968   The last call for civil liberty   The black panthers versus o.p.d.   From the Berkeley campus to the fields of Kent state   The National Guard must retaliate   The guardsman smiled said he had as choice   All he could see was the blood of Christ      You should see the things they've done today   Our national guard firing into an unarmed crowd   What about our human rights?   What about our sense of community?   First California then the world