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