 
A call to dig underneath the distractions and lies imposed on us by civilization, "Concrete" urges us to decolonize and join the side of the living.  As always, the filthy politicians, joined on this Modern Man track by Drew Wadden, blend engaging rythm and melody with meaningful lyrics to draw listeners into a culture of resistance.
Listen to this track and read the lyrics below, and hear more songs at the filthy politicians on bandcamp and at the filthy politicians on soundcloud.
won't tell you to put your hands up in the air 
won't tell you to put em anywhere 
cuz you can put em up or down 
all that really matters is you listen to the sound 
and let it sink in get to thinkin 
look reality in the eye without blinkin 
don't think that i don't realize 
that today if you want to reach the hearts and the minds 
of these people that you need a beat to sweep them right off their feet 
to reach deep underneath these sheets of concrete 
that they been layin since you were playin in plastic sheets 
and runnin through creeks now filled with chemical leaks 
now tears are runnin down our chemical cheeks 
cuz we don't wanna go outside without makeup on 
we can't have fun without jager bombs 
and this ain't the way it's supposed to be 
ain't supposed to lose somebody so close to me 
in a car accident we shouldn't have cars 
but we're all so used to all these scars 
we build our own prison but we don't see the bars 
it shouldn't be so hard at night to see the stars 
won't tell you to put your hands up in the air 
won't tell you to put em anywhere 
cuz you can put em up or down 
all that really matters is you listen to the sound 
and let it sink in get to thinkin 
look reality in the eye without blinkin 
these days we're taught conscious thought ain't hot 
your brain might be sayin tpain i am not 
so i'm already workin against the fence 
you might be sittin on but if you're not then just pretend 
we can take a thought and follow it to its end 
just take a look around, what the fuck is happenin? 
we shop til we drop for things that got made 
half way around the motherfuckin world by slaves 
if you got eyes to see take a look around 
if you got ears to hear listen to the sound 
of isolation, domestication 
to the natural world we're an alienation 
and we sold the soul for the sweet sedation 
of lonely sex robots on tv stations 
it shouldn't take flobots to show these bourgeois 
the new boss is just like the old boss 
won't tell you to put your hands up in the air 
won't tell you to put em anywhere 
cuz you can put em up or down 
all that really matters is you listen to the sound 
and let it sink in get to thinkin 
look reality in the eye without blinkin 
so if you got a breath of life left 
and somethin inside you that's more human than machine to guide you 
then you just gotta dig it up listen to it an we'll do it 
you just gotta set it free then we can get to it 
cuz the real enemy is all around 
everyday they're the ones that are holdin us down 
cuz they know as long as we don't know anything else 
that we won't know what it's like to think for ourselves 
and that's half the problem is every debate 
is framed to accept the existence of the state 
with this history they write, the lies they tell 
so we identify and we don't rebel 
we just eat the food and we watch the shows and
we consume exactly what they want us to know 
but before we were consumin we were human at birth 
gotta find our way back cuz we're killin this earth 
won't tell you to put your hands up in the air 
won't tell you to put em anywhere 
cuz you can put em up or down 
all that really matters is you listen to the sound 
and let it sink in get to thinkin 
look reality in the eye without blinkin