So drawn? I warm to the fire in their hearts
This ain't romantic gesturing
It's a hand to head the charge
indifference of the preening, idle rich
Such champions are cancerous, tumours in the gut
of affluent bliss
Why let these scab
observers tag them trouble-makers?
It's naive? You're on a leash.
This is the cure for their common complaint [x2, second time
Ditch the gullibility
Strike 'til the green runs dry
bring them to their knees
Or squander as they
Reject the cure for their common complaint [x2, second time scream]
standards, arm in arm
Walk the walk and talk the talk
Agitate! Agitate! Agitate!