We`re all presidents,
We`re all congressmen,
We`re all cops
In waiting.
We`re the workers of the world.
There is the elite and the dispossessed
And it`s only about survival,
Who has skill to play the game
For all it`s worth,
Reaching out for a scary kind of perfection.
Let`s try to keep
As much emotion out of this
As possible.
Let`s try not to remember any names.
We`ll do it for our country,
For our people,
For a moral vision.
United, we`ll make them remember
Our history,
Or how we like to be told
How we like to be told,
And we rock,
Because it`s us against them.
We found our own reasons to sing,
And it`s so much less confusing
When lines are drawn like that,
When people are either consumers or revolutionaries,
Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes
Of the cogs in the system.
It`s just about knowing where everyone stands.
All of a sudden,
People start talking about guns,
Talking like they`re going to war
`Cause they found something to die for.
Start taking back what they stole;
Sure beats every other option,
But does it make a difference how we get it
Well, do you really fucking get it