There's a prophet of doom, spreading his gloom
Shouting misery and hate.
Saying this world is a tomb, yeah and there ain't no room
For dreams 'cause it's too late.
He calls you his friend, says it's the end [bad word] is near, but wait ...

Hey Prophet, take a look around,
Yeah Prophet, there's still hope around / ... /

Hey Prophet
It's awful easy for you to talk about it ...
Tell me something what are you doin' about it?
Yeah Prophet, WHAT ARE YOU DOING ABOUT IT?! / ... /

There's guys just like me who like what they see,
And they want to be free because they like it that way
They don't care what you say
They'll fight to keep it that way too!