GET YER YA-YAS OUT

Guilty pleasure.

The Walls Came Down— The Call

(Here it comes...)

Political portent hangs thick in the air:

“Sanctuary fades,
Congregation splits,
Nightly military raids,
The congregation splits.”

(Here it comes...)

And more pointed:

“It's a song of assassins
Ringin' in your ears,
We got terrorists thinking
Playing on fears.”

(Here it comes...)

And then a Statement:

“I don't think there are any Russians
And there ain't no Yanks,
Just corporate criminals
Playin' with tanks.”

Here it comes...

“Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-yaa, Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-yaa
Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-yaa, Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-yaa, Yes, come on
Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-yaa, Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-yaa, Come on, come on, come on
Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, Wake, wake up
Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-yaa, Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-yaa, Go, yeah-eah
Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-yaa, Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-yaa, Woh-woh
Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-yaa, Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-yaa
Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-yaa, Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-yaa, Come on, come on, come on
Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-yaa, Ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-yaa…”

Don’t lie—you know that’s what you were waiting for…