Corruption/ A Call to Arms

Tonight we’ll feast on the elbow grease, and

We’ll wash it down with the blood, sweat, and tears

Of our representees

Who slave on hands and knees

And work away the years, just trying to make ends meet

Singing: There has to be an easier way

And the royalty dances with finances

While their apathy carries the tune

Singing: Capitalize on the capital eyes wide, eyeing dollar signs

And the rich are getting richer

And the poor are getting sicker

And oh, we’ll watch them wither

Oh, we’ll watch them wither away

This famine is fake

This plague is staged

And we don’t have to, we don’t have to, we don’t have to

We don’t have to take this lying down

We’re up in arms, we’re going to take those bastards out

We’re up in arms, we’re up in arms, we’re up in arms

We're going to take those bastards out

We’re up in arms, we’re up in arms, we’re up in arms

We’re going to take those bastards out

We have the manpower

We have the motive

We have the resources

We have the element of surprise

Those men are backstabbers

They’ll sell our, they’ll sell our souls for gold

We are the revolution

And this is our call to arms