Sentenced to work a dead end 9 to 5 Trapped in a dingy corporate cubicle hell Then go to work in the darkness on the midnight shift Any chance you get, selling gas at the corner Shell.
Three letters groups listening in on you Under surveillance courtesy of Big Brother in your car Drones monitor each and every move you make It doesn't matter who you know or who you think you are.
You'll never see a ray of daylight So far in debt you're struggling to survive But you will break your back fighting and they'll help Before you let them break your pride.
"Powers that be" will never win; a storm is coming, get ready You better learn to dance in the rain, instead of wait for the sun Learn to dance in the rain, the sun will never come.
Down on your luck, you had your hand out once or twice But all you wanted was just a hand, they say "You have the right to remain silent", so shut your mouth Don't mention the broken promises and lies of hope and change.
"Powers that be" will never win; a storm is coming, get ready You better learn to dance in the rain, instead of wait for the sun Learn to dance in the rain, the sun will never come.
Never come, dance in the rain, it ain't gonna come.
Enslave and impoverish the middle class Make them dependent then strip it all away Al-CIA-da, destruction, and democide Addiction, corruption, every word's a lie.
Races, classes, sexes, religious wars Destroy the family, and what love is for.
The Fed and the Bankers own all the politicians May I introduce you to the sons of perdition? Replace the dictators Washington appointed The Devil Messiahs and the dangerously disappointed.
They lie to themselves, pleased with what they've done Soon they all will be repaid and there's nowhere to run.
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