Just like the weathermen
Coming from the underground
Tragically poetic
With that radical sound
No room for defeat
Take the war to the streets
Don't fear the elite
Raise your fist in deceit
Mohamed Bouazizi
May you rest in peace
Set the fires of the minds
Of the middle east
Malala my sister
The punishment severe
For the truth you did seek
You showed them no fear
We die in these cages, we slave for these wages
Relinquish the shackle that which contain us
No justice, no peace ‘til we cure the disease
For a better world today, we will bite the hand that feeds
From the water we need
To the air that we breath
From tuition, to rent
They enslave us with debt
So we'll take to streets
We’ll fire the boss
The means of production
Seized at all cost
From London - to Burma
Wall street - to Greece
Take back what’s ours!
Fuck the police!
A new feudal state
Our lives are at stake
We can't let these pigs
Keep what they take