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" The royalty dances with finances While their apathy carries the tune Singing, "Capitalize on the capital Eyes wide, eyeing dollar signs" 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 take this lying down 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 souls for gold We are the revolution And this is our call to arms