Oh, freedom rings, and the press keeps bringing the news
Black clouds hang over us keep us fucking singing the blues
Texas tea means nothing to me
Does it really mean something to you?
Indecision, so what do we do, what can we do, what will we do?
We can't do nothing, got our backs to the wall
Gotta start from the bottom of this, if at all
We seem so hollow, shallow inside, like pigs who wallow in their pride
Bourgeoisie, for the red, the white, and the blue
Soon they'll be coming for rat, next stop they'll be coming for you
Work for nothing, it's all a part of the game
Die for something, hope, hope someone will remember your name
Always the same, who can you blame
From the rags to the riches, to the souls unsung,
We gotta get to the reason for this while we're young
It's a new generation, damned from the start,
It's a voice of a nation, with no heart
Don't cease and desist, for we can resist,
We've too much to lose, there's too much to list
So don't fall behind, and just keep in mind,
That revenge is sweet, and justice is blind

Freedom rings!