Of all things malign,
an accident on the assembly line today.
Cut him to the bone, 
"But what can you expect from clumsy 8-year olds?"
I'm told. 

Look outside the window. 
See the growing crowd of kids 
with missing arms and feet? Nothing to eat? 
What cold heartless beast can sit and have his feast every night, while their plight's always in his site?

Robber Baron in the tower counting all his gold. 
You know while he goes unchecked and stays in power, he's never gonna let, he's never gonna let,
he's never gonna let us go!

Marching in the streets, 
the mighty hammer of the Baron's own police.
With their flags and guns and guns and [bad word] and boots and blood red banners, dogs and guns.

Black-shirts pound the pavement, 
with their bold insignias of wolves and bats
and snakes and birds of prey.
Filling us with fear. 
Our hearts are full of tears. 
Who so vain, for his gain, causes so much pain? 

Robber Baron in the castle basking in his greed. 
You know while he breaks no sweat and gets no hassle, he's never gonna let, never gonna let, 
he's never gonna let us free!

Robber Baron in the tower counting all his gold.
You know while he goes unchecked and stays in power, he's never gonna let, he's never gonna let,
What do you want? (FREEDOM!)
When do you want it? (NOW!)
Only we can make us free.