Times up! 
You’re outta luck and your back’s up against the wall. 
From Tunisia to Washington the people are calling: “No!” 

Your gas n guns, your clubs n thugs, your lies on the TV, 

None of that can save you now as your reign is swept away. 

Get up! Get up! 
Your voices are needed.  [bad word]  [bad word] the pulse of the revolution, 
In the ranks of the masses risin’. 

Another shakedown and a slap in the face, 
and he know he’d had had enough. 
He doused himself in gasoline, took a breath, and lit a match. 

She said: “I will go down to Tehrir Square and I will stand alone, 

And if you have any dignity, I won’t be on my own.” 

Get up! Get up! 
Your voices are needed.  [bad word]  [bad word] the pulse of the revolution, 
In the ranks of the masses risin’.