They came and grouped together and said they stood for the common man Underneath their red flag they made clear all their plans Theyâre marching in your parliament; theyâre marching in your town Pacifism is all they bring; theyâll tear all you cherish down
When our enemy comes, where will you be? When they stab you in the back will peace still be free? I donât have all the answers, I donât have a master plan But I know I wonât lay down when itâs time to make a stand
The rich kids of a nation who say they are the common voice They will have you thinking doing nothing is a choice Protest was the last chance for the people to have a say Not the template for a drug induced rich misfit parade Theyâre socially crippled morons and itâs up to me and you Donât let their lying bullshit infect the minds of our youth