I have come to you as a salesman in the Year of the Rat
At a clear invitation to your table
With a traitors kiss to democracy

in the interest of those I precede
So let's wipe the slate clean and put a lid on
The truth behind bars

There's a fly in the ointment we can't disregard
martyrs die in a blaze of glory


Fighting for justice can't take it no more
I have reached the border of pain
We sacrifice our sons and daughters

on the factory floor
I have no right to complain if I think it is wrong
I have no other choice our bodies still belong


To the man in the middle
the dragon is raising, hold on

the man in the middle
by the Empire of the sun
oh he's the chosen one


In the name of the revolution
by a stray bullet in confusion

Leadership is good, but of little use
when violence lends itself to abuse


The tree of knowledge has made us aware
we have an option to share
the age of enlightenment is the end

to the deep of despair
I have no right to complain if I think it is wrong
I have no other choice our bodies still belong


The "Peoples Republic" sounds very cool
In the wrong hands it's a dangerous tool

To maintain peace and order
When you've crossed his border
There's no escape