Dog’s in the capital howling at dawn
Someone’s driving by with the radio on
Someone making noise from the center of town
You kick em in the head and you kick em when they’re down
and you don’t serve the people
50 million souls living out on the ground
50 million people gonna float gonna drown
From the north, further north where…
Kids were making noise when their generators on and the cops said move along
Serve the people
They don’t really want to know
They don’t serve the people

Keeping everything under control
Oh
And it’s diamonds and gold for the idiot sons
All the privledged thieves gonna make [bad word] Well I believe in heart and apocolypse sound
You kick em in the head and you kick em when they’re down
And you don’t serve them
You don’t serve them
You don’t serve the people
No, you don’t serve them
No, no, you don’t serve the people
Saying oh my god, waiting here so long I’m feeling changed, I feel a change
And you don’t serve them