If it's going to be this way
then this'll be the day that
it's going to be.
If we are free in this land that
wars were fought for,
how come they're chaining us all
to the floor?

I'm here, austere or not, but it
seems they forgot about people like me
in this land of the free.

Let me take a look in the book of the riches
and tie up my britches with lace from the binding.

If this is the way and there's no light in the tunnel
let alone light in the day we shall sink and some think
we're already done for, but not me,
I see the horizon with ten million citizens sat on the
skyline waiting for their time to come,
the sons of the Sun will rise and with cats eyes for eyes
they'll scratch out the lies we've been told.

That old mother of parliament, hell bent on her intent
to impoverish us, undernourish and under her feet
trample us down had better beware
there are new kids in town and they're itching to fight to
let in some light.
We are all in this together
like it or not.