We're the workers of the world
Got the equipment to take them down
So let's tear down their house
And watch them drown

We're the saviors of reality
A third degree burn on their chemistry
We'll stomp them into their coffins

It's not about how much money you have
We all deserve a bite to eat
They make us wait for our feasts
Some don't get any at all

So, we'll kick 'em in the teeth
Strip them of their power
Put them in them in the sheets and wait for our pride to rejuvenate
Kill our bosses

Kick 'em in the teeth
Strip them of their power
Throw them in the sheets and wait for our pride to rejuvenate
Kill our bosses