When you ride
That protest bus,
The cops up north
Don't make a fuss,
They come to greet you,
Maybe to beat you
For making trouble...

You get on board
You're doing fine
Until you cross that
Ramsey County line,
You know the heat's on
'Cuz they've got sheets on,
You're making trouble.

And John McCain
Will flash is smile,
He'll say "Now folks,
Cool down awhile.
These guys are voters,
So kill your motors,
You're makin' trouble...

Bob FLetcher came
With twenty more,
Left Amy Goodman
Bleeding on the floor.
She said "I'm press!"
They yelled "Arrest!"
"For makin' trouble..."

Picture the celebration!
Picture the bright blue lights!
Federal mobilization!
Just to infringe on
Civil rights

And when they're done,
They've done their best
They'll all get sued
For false arrest.
Fines will be super
For those storm troopers,
They found their trouble.