1929

American working class out on the front line Blue collar warrior still being crucified Fighting for a future that's dead and gone The country's turned its back now we're on our own Hardworking men and women standing in the bread line Underemployed underpaid it's not 1929 Wake up America before it begins If they kill the bill of rights it'll be our end We live our lives every day in this fight Need a ray of light to make it through the darkest times Revolution is in the air my friends It's time to take this country back for the working class Wall Street rats always leave the sinking ship They take what they want and then away they slip Like a thief in the night robbing the local liquor store Never know what it's like to be the working poor Never know what it's like to fight to survive Never know what it's like to slowly lose your mind Day after day rotting on the factory floor Just to give your family a little bit more Big brother big government trying to tell me how to live Got their hand in my pocket I've got nothing left to give Still they take from me every day until I day The systems been corrupted with greed and lies Try and stomp out the working class more and more Look at the separation between the rich and the pore We built this country with broken bones and broken lives Now they'll have to kill us all to kill our way of life