It’s been two days since I’ve slept and
I think they’re coming to get me.  They
come for your money and spend it
On things you would never waste
Your money on.  

Walking the streets in the early
morning or late at night, whichever one,
There was somebody following me
up to my apartment steps, I hurried,
Inside, I was safe.

My house is burning down, down
to the poor old ground. Memories
never dissipate.  Then I froze in my spot,
It couldn’t be! I have to forever
Leave this place.

Burning burning all around here,
Not just my home. All the rebels up
in smoke! There’s got to be a revolt!
There’s got to be more in life than,
all this war.

But it’s this night, this brisk cloudy
night, I heard a cry for freedom;
a shout for each other. Of course
they’ll lie, they’re not the ones
that are dying.

Where to go, where to hide,
Nobody really knows.  Pack
together tight to prove our rights!
Democracy, ruled not by the people,
just, some people.  

Down the street holding hands,
Everyone who wants this change,
Ask more questions, nevertheless,
they’ll always try win no matter how
hard we try.

Here’s our chance to make an
impact, take the country, turn
it to a new direction.  It’s coming.
Who’s going to be the first to do
anything about it?