Says "I was like you when I was young" Son looks up to father s plans Works in the factory with is 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! Someday people will say "Do we have to live this way?" "Is this how we have to exist?" And the people will rise upand resist! A majority class dominates A world that the lower class creates Media confusion hides the fact That we work with the rich man s knife in our back We re killin ourselves for a profit gain A profit off life what a fuckin shame We burn that flag for the values sworn But someday 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

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