We sat in our lines
And we lifted our pens
And we divorced ourselves 
From our lovers and our friends
We lost our way
We lost our voice
But we made some money
Together we made a choice
 
We woke up in chains
And we couldn’t believe
That so many of us
Needed the conceit
But the numbers swelled
And the anger grew
It’s a powerful one
Who has nothing to lose
Little pools of ice [bad word] beneath your feet and your pale blue eyes
Little pools of ice
Face fluorescent jacketed police lines
 
We paid all our fines
And paid for your wars
And paid for your money
And we died in our scores.
But we’ve found our way
We’ve found our voice
You line up against us
Together we’ll give you a choice
 
Little pools of ice [bad word] beneath your feet and your pale blue eyes
Little pools of ice
Face fluorescent jacketed police lines
 
And the streets uncurl
Like the outstretched limbs of an endless world
You carry on
Looking for something you can [bad word]