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