We march all around til' the sun goes down, night children.
Broken dreams, no sunshine, endless crimes.
We long for freedom, for freedom.
You're free, but in your mind, your freedom's in a bind.
Oh make it rain, ain't a thing and the sky to fall.
The silver bullet's in your hand and the war's heating up.
And when the truth goes bang, the shouts splatter out.
Revolutionize your lives and find a way out.