It wasn't so much a political movement as the description of a dry itching that started in his genitals and ended in his arms.  And what great arms they were: M-40 sniper rifles, AK-47 assault rifles, M-203 grenade launchers, MIM 23 Hawk surface-to-air missiles, plastique, Uzis, Stingers, IEDs and freedom (wait, that's not how it goes) and equality (no that's not how it goes) and redemption (but that's not how it goes) and we all come through but that's not how it goes, it goes:

When the guns come out of their closets,
When bullets can no longer sleep,
When knives can't keep their clothes on,
Deep, deep, in the city streets,
Like a Molotov soaked in butter,
Slipped in your drink at your Ny-Quil party,
I come not to speak to your souls,
I come to speak to your bodies!

(chorus:)
10,000 years are gonna take their toll
10,000 years on their flesh dole
But we can take back what they stole
Now bodies are gonna take control and

Kick out the souls!
Kick out the souls!
Kick out the souls!
good god now oh kick 'em out go

Ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters, for ten thousand years you have been accused, accursed, and admonished by the Souls: invaders from inner space who come to operate us bodies like robots and run reality like a video game.  Well, I say it's time to take the power back.  I say it's time to take the Souls, and their Ideas, and all their Books, Das Kampf, Mein Kapital, the Bible, and throw them in a pile and burn them all down.  All the books.  Destroy language!  Kick all the words right out of your mouths.  The great pile of bodies will grow like a new tower by which to storm heaven for Liberty (oops, that's not how it goes) and Justice (um that's not how it goes) and Progress (is that how it goes?) and we all shine forth but that's not how it goes it goes:

When the guns come out of their closets
When bullets can no longer sleep
When knives can't keep their clothes on
Deep, deep in the city streets
Like a Molotov soaked in butter
Slipped in your drink at your Ny-Quil party,
I come not to speak to your souls,
I come to speak to your bodies!

(chorus)

Kick out your soul!
Kick out your soul!
Kick out your soul!
Good God Now Oh Kick It Out Go