So drawn, I warm to the fire in their hearts
This ain't romantic gesturing
It's a hand to head the charge

To the indifference of the preening, idle rich
Such champions are cancerous
Tumors in the gut of affluent bliss

Why let this scab observers
Tag them troublemakers
It's naive, you're on a leash


Ditch the gullibility
Strike 'til the green runs dry
Bring them to their knees
Or squander as they thrive


Agitate

Hoist those standards, arm-in-arm
Walk the walk and talk the talk
Agitate, agitate, agitate