Father looks down to his son Says "I was like you when I was young" Son looks up to father's plans Works in the factory with his hands
Says "I want to be just like you, Organize the work for the collective few" But as he grows up he sees no change Systems won't let you rearrange!
Some day people will say "Do we have to live this way?" "Is this how we have to exist?" And the people will rise up, and resist!
A majority class dominates A world that the lower class creates Media confusion hides the fact That we work with the rich man's knife in our back We're killing ourselves for a profit gain A profit off life what a fucking shame We burn that flag for the values sworn Some day we'll burn it to keep warm
What we have done will not be lost To all eternity Everything ripens at its time And becomes fruit eventually!