There's a Revolution coming, The boots are on the streets; It's calling from the graves, We're stirring from our sleep. There's a hunger in the eyes, The troops are on their feet. The revolutions's coming And the enemy's in retreat. The mob appeal Is running lights, Towered minions Join the fight To rein in one percent From their lusty heights. Desks in towers, Facades of power, Will tumble to defeat. The gravity of their greed Will drag them through the streets. The bell at four Will sound no more; The chorus chants For a holy war, For salvation In one bleat. There's a revolution on the way, We'll re-write all the laws,
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