You stand on top of us,
Heading way down and
we're left with this feeling
By your laughter I am
forcing it out
I am forcing it out
I have forced out

Throw your hands up
Put 'em in the sky!
Throw your hands up
Compromise till you die
You'll compromise

There are a lot of us
Somehow we get by
and we're left with sinking
feeling that there's no other
option but to sit and take it all
Comply