We're all presidents We're all congressmen We're all cops In waiting We're the workers of the world There is the elite and the dispossessed And it's only about survival Who has skill to play the game For all it's worth Reaching out for a scary kind of perfection Let's try to keep As much emotion out of this As possible Let's try not to remember any names We'll do it for our country For our people, for a moral vision United, we'll make them remember Our history Or how we like to be told How we like to be told And we rock Because it's us against them We found our own reasons to sing And it's so much less confusing When lines are drawn like that When people are either Consumers or revolutionaries Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes Of the cogs in the system It's just about knowing where everyone stands All of a sudden People start talking about guns Talking like they're going to war 'Cause they found something to die for Start taking back What they stole Sure beats every other option But does it make a difference how we get it? Well, do you really fucking get it? No, no, no, no No, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no