Bryan Thomas Parker - The Sheeple Have Spoken Lyrics

Welcome to the streets watch out for smoke grenades
That's just a sign the working class is here to stay
You ran on your promises, elected representative
But do you represent the people who got you elected
We cried for change
We cried for jobs
We cried for the dreams in our hearts
We bleed to the bone for your salary and all we get is scars
No more, f*ck you
Mr. Politician get a grip
Find yourself a day job and learn to survive this shit
Like the rest of us

Here's to looking up from the bottom of a hole
Here's to another layoff
And another home foreclosed
Here's to look up to see the shit has hit the fan
Here's to empty cupboards
Courtesy of The Man

Welcome to the streets
Watch out for flying bricks
That's just the angry mob looking for an ass to kick
We got our torches lit and we're ready for a fight
We're marching on your den of thieves
We'll leave it burning in the night
So raise your f*cking taxes
We'll tax your bleached bones
If you don't think we're serious
Then hear our f*cking tone
The lies end tonight
No big brother, f*ck this government
We're burning down the system and replacing it with something different

Here's to looking up from the bottom of a hole
Here's to another layoff
And another home foreclosed
Here's to look up to see the shit has hit the fan
Here's to empty cupboards
Courtesy of The Man

Do you see the tree of liberty
It's bleeding bloody tears for years of inequality
And you wonder how we got this way
Sitting on our ass and watching cable news all day

Here's to looking up from the bottom of a hole
Here's to another layoff
And another home foreclosed
Here's to look up to see the shit has hit the fan
Here's to empty cupboards
Courtesy of The Man

You can watch it on your CNN
The sheeple have spoken