Here alone we wander and we roam
We cut our teeth in city streets and gutters we call home

Await the day the clouds will part
Deliver words we know by heart

Raise your [bad word] voice
Or be a face in the crowd
Isn't that what it's all about?

So tempt me not with the life you have bought
Our keep is earned in the change that we sought

Explain away the tangled [bad word] Accuse away but without proof

Raise your [bad word] voice
Or be a face in the crowd
Isn't that what it's all about?

Boots on the ground, aim tried and [bad word] Bells toll the sound; impending doom

In our respite our numbers grew
Now it's time to

Raise your [bad word] voice
Or be a face in the crowd
Isn't that what it's all about?