Gather up your words,
and let your voice be heard.
Bonk a stranger over the head,
with your opinion.
Now's the time for us oppressed,
to get undressed,
and no longer wear the clothes,
of the feeble minion.
There's a new day dawning,
that the people are wanting,
not for us to weakly stand aside
and hide.
Rise from the muck and mire,
to fight fire with fire,
those who bully are really
cowards deep inside.
Stand up from your knees please,
and live on your feet,
as we march through the street.
It's time to begin,
it's them we condemn.
Their voice shouldn't be louder,
just because they have power.
Now is our hour.
We'll burn their shoes,
while they're standing in them.
When they turn the other ear,
and feign to neither hear or care,
what we have mumbled,
and rambled and said.
We'll slap them upside the head!
It's our station in life,
to have them pay attention
to what's right,
We should.
Or were better off dead.
It's time for new ideas and a fresh take,
to shake off their mistake,
that losers always lose,
and winners win.
Have your brother and your mother,
stand with one another.
Have your little sister kick them in the shin.
If it's to dole out a drubbing,
with our fisticuffs flying,
to change them from denying,
to attentively listen.
Then by all means,
shove down their throat,
any wisdom of note,
to choke them,
on the value of our opinion.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย This time they will listen
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย .... or else!