So many poets [bad word] again
So many people go insane
So many girls are being beaten
So many children have not eaten
So many lives shred in to pieces
In to tiny little pieces
You just want to be so rich
To leave people by your door bleed

Hungry, homeless, poor
You're building missles to protect us
We're ready for rebellion
We don't need your guidance there

With bear feet on broken glass
We're looking for the troublemakers
We're seeking for the final [bad word] We're making justice on this planet
So many lifes shred in to pieces
In to tiny little pieces
You just want to be so rich
To leave people by your door bleed

Hungry, homeless, poor
You're building missles to protect us
We're ready for rebellion
We don't need your guidance there

Homeless poor
Sick and tired of your [bad word] We're ready for rebellion baby
We're all revolutionaries