They the people Flamboyant and supreme Keeping the saints clean And the poor out of democracy Talking small steps looking both ways In a resort talking about charity They mean good They feel safe They are strong They smell good but don't really do much They are us We are they And we'll all prevent The rise of the innocent Every time we crush the weaker They come back Every soul we chain for power Cannot die Raise a poor soul To live in misery And yet protect his place deep into slavery We don't know And we sure can't know How to behave In times of disaster Every time we crush the weaker They come back Every soul we chain for power Cannot die Man shall rise And soon Will strive to go under Silence and contemplation In a world designed for me I will always give you everything If none of it is taken from me Man shall rise And soon Will strive to go under