Father looks down to his son
says I was like you when I was young
Son looks up to fathers plans
Works in the factory with his hands
Says I wanna be just like you,
organize the work for the collective few
But as he grows up he sees no change
Systems wont let you rearrange!
Some day people will say
Do we have to live this way?
Is this how we have to exist?
And the people will rise up, and resist!
A majority class dominates
A world that the lower class creats
media confusion hides the fact
that we work with the rich mans knife in our back
were killing ourselves for a profit gain
a profit off life what a fucking shame
we burn that flag for the values sworn
some day well burn it to keep warm
What we have done will not be lost
to all eternity
everything ripens at its time
and becomes fruit eventually!