Come the revolution

there’ll be bullet holes in the wall

and stains of brains that mattered

but didn't matter to us all

 

We’ll fly our flags

and burn the rich

and sing our songs

and burn the rich

and right their wrongs

and burn the rich

and take their wealth

and launder it

and to the poor 

might give a bit

but they wont know 

how much of it

we’ll keep for us

well just a bit

for it was us 

that did the shit

that burnt the rich

and got us it

I think for that

we did our bit

if they don’t like

whats done with it

we’ll dig a deeper

burning pit

and like the rich

they’ll eat our shit

 

So come the revolution

make sure you keep your gun

to turn it on the bastards

who claim your freedom won