I was a long-haired hippie freak
I made my living with the way I speak
Preached the word to the poor and meek
Havoc in the churches I did reek
From my side, my blood did leak
I guess they called me a terrorist

I had some radical ways
Living in a time of revolutionary frays
Spying on where the military stays
I did not regret my loss of days
Where they hung me, my body lays
I guess they called me a terrorist

I bombed at night for the F.F.I
Fighting the bastard N.A.Z.I
During my torture they made me cry
In a concentration camp I did die
Nobody knows where my ashes lie
I guess they called me a terrorist

I hear Bush say he is the man
First one was Iraq, next one's Iran
That's when the shit really hits the fan
And prove freedom not part of the plan
Better speak out while you can
It's OK if they call you a terrorist