You can dub me "stupid"
and you can tag me "dumb"
but when our tear soaked eyes were washed away
the truth was still as thick as it comes
How can I be proud of a country
that trades democracy in for a fence
and six thousand cops, our "nation's finest,"
rob me of the little freedom I thought I had left
You can believe what the headlines read
and every corporate funded news anchors you see on TV
But the fact still remains I was there that day
to witness so many people simply wanting a say
After all, their royal treatment and pepper spray
stripped a piece off my pay
What are we fighting for? you ask
We were fighting for you
Armed with nothing but the idea
of putting people before profit and business,
the interest of the rich elite