What Drives The Hungry Hopeless
Who Always Stand The Last In Line?
As These Iron Caverns Welcome

Another Million Of Their Dreams To Die
Not The Money Lender
His Pockets Lined And Fat Belly Full

Who Draws Up His Fiddle High
To Spin A Tune As The City Burns
... And They Will Watch It Burn


As They Multiply
The Seeds Are Sown

The Flames Grow High
The Tables Turn


What Moves The Toiling Masses
To Push Ahead Into Another Day?
To Walk Past Their Dying Brothers

To Force Themselves Just To Look Away
Not Their Guilty Conscience Who
In Token Acts Toss Crumbs In Shame

Cause In Their Spineless Hearts They Know
Their Bread And Water Never Change AThing
Their Bread And Water Never Change AThing

Their Words As Empty As Their Heads

As They Multiply

The Seeds Are Sown
The Flames Grow High
The Tables Turn


And Faced With A Life In Absentia
They'll Choose To Burn Their Temples Down, Burn


If There Is Any Hope
It Lies With The Prols

If There Is Any Hope
It Lies With The Prols