Through all of human history, One thing can be said,
A few greedy Monkeys bleed the rest till we’re dead.
They may call it domain, they may call it tax,
They take it all, on the people’s broken backs.
We remain divided, bickering in the dark,
We all stay quiet while we are eaten by the shark.
We watch our football, huddled in our shame.
Silence is approval, and we are all to blame.
The One Percent counts on our mouths staying shut,
we remain broken, divided, deep in our rut.
So they cozy up, comfy in thier beds,
Till we all come screamin, singin,OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!
All across the world, people find thier minds.
Before they lose thier homes, or have to stand in bread lines.
Our voices are recorded, in the words we have wrote.
We need no guilotine, we still have a vote.
The people are uniting, together we will say,
We won’t do your bidding, we won’t pay.
You are stealing our country, we caught you in the act.
You stole the American Dream, and we want it back.