Children Of The Revolution

Father looks down to his son

says "I was like you when I was young"

Son looks up to father's plans

Works in the factory with his hands

Says "I wanna be just like you,

organize the work for the collective few"

But as he grows up he sees no change

Systems won't let you rearrange!

Some day people will say

"Do we have to live this way?"

"Is this how we have to exist?"

And the people will rise up, and resist!

A majority class dominates

A world that the lower class creats

media confusion hides the fact

that we work with the rich man's knife in our back

we're killing ourselves for a profit gain

a profit off life what a fucking shame

we burn that flag for the values sworn

some day we'll burn it to keep warm

What we have done will not be lost

to all eternity

everything ripens at its time

and becomes fruit eventually!

CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION