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!

 majority class dominates
 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] [bad word] eventually!

 CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTI