We're always loud, that's what they say
We are the masses led astray
Though some of us hold PhDs
We're seen as part of the naked plebes
They mock our lack of social grace
And use it to deny our place
In things so basic, things so right
We're deemed as trash, kept out of sight
And when will we awake?
When will we break the chains?
Or won't we?
Yeah, won't we?
Though we may hold hidden gifts
We're not the ones who call the shots
Though we are many in the crowd
We didn't make the lessons count
Though we could scream and make it clear
We've been silenced year by year
Though we could've claimed the prize
They still call us the ones who've lost the fight
They say we lack the finer taste
That elegance is not our fate
And while we build the world they own
They leave us standing all alone
The knowledge we could share and grow
Is locked behind the richest door
For all our strength and minds combined
We're pushed behind, left far behind
And when will we awake?
When will we break the chains?
Or won't we?
Yeah, won't we?
Though we may hold hidden gifts
We're not the ones who call the shots
Though we are many in the crowd
We didn't make the lessons count
Though we could scream and make it clear
We've been silenced year by year
Though we could've claimed the prize
They still call us the ones who've lost the fight