Lyrics
Liberation Anthem.
As high society raises the stakes
we're getting conscious that we were born mistakes.
No rights, no worth, no dignity.
Reprimanded to a life in apathy.
Creating your wealth, am i to blame?
Ain't got a gun, but i sure know where to aim.
One man, one vote?
Democracy hanging dead from a rope.
Do you cope the plan?
On their palms blood of the working man.
Walking a tightrope sharp like a knife
and every brick thrown's a prayer for a decent life.
Hope it will turn someday, i want my chance.
We'll be on march soon, but we won't march, we'll dance
Take it away, the misery.
The mayhem and pain, our history.
One man, one vote?
Democracy hanging dead from a rope.
Do you cope the plan?
On their palms blood of the working man.
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