Billie's singing "Strange Fruit" Louie's blowing on "Black and Blue" Chuck is spitting out "Fight the Power" All crying out for you.
But you can't hear their songs No drums beat, no trumpets play, So we will light the air on fire, Because they wouldn't let you breathe it anyway. Let those who do not weep cower in their bunkers, Let them grow to fear the sound Bob is still singing his Songs of Freedom And seeing you, your face pressed into the ground. I won't sing no songs now. I can't breathe Anway. Maybe it isn't songs we need now. I can't breathe and I can't play. We have heard all the elegant words. I can't breathe So there is nothing I can say. Let's light the air on fire I can't breathe it anyway