I'm a Molotov cocktail, I'm a pipe bomb
I'm an air raid siren busting through the calm
I'm a revolution with a back beat
I'm the sound of people marching in the street
They give a crumb and keep the pie
And take back their crumb with fees applied
The pie needs more crumbs so never slack
Take out a loan so you can pay it back
Too many lies
Too many games
Too many chances
Too little change
Too many lies
Too many games
Too many chances, too little
Too many chances, too little
Too many chances, too little
Change
It's a battle cry, hear the war drum
In Brooklyn, Boise, Tulsa, Dayton
The light grows restless as the darkness reigns
Hear the sound of people breaking through their chains
Pardon us if we disturb
But a riot's the language of the unheard
A change is coming that you can't stop
And if you can't hear peaceful, we can pick up rocks
Too many lies
Too many games
Too many chances
Too little change
Too many jobless
Too many earn less
Too many hopeless
To many heartless
Too many shameless
Too many blameless
Too many clueless
Not enough fearless
Too many lies
Too many games
Too many chances
Too little change
Too many lies
Too many games
Too many chances, too little
Too many chances, too little
Too many chances, too little
Change