I talk to the wind and sing in the rain Tell-tale signs of going insane Well tell me then how the world makes sense If everything's owned by the one percent Money talks too loud it screams Addiction to these plastic dreams What we own is easy shared But the 1% want to make it all theirs We're the 99% our lives are not for you to spend We're the 99% and we resent this exploitation It's what you got not what you gain That makes the situation change Strength in numbers open minds Til we've left the 1% behind There's more to life than war and greed Imagine what the world could be Without financial slavery And 99% agree