As soon as we get, dirt on our hands
We scream for clean water and reach for a towel
God forbid, if we bleed or sweat

It doesn't look best on camera

Seems like we've got a four alarm fire

On our hands burning at the stakes
Wake up! This drill is over
We've got a situation breaking us


We've got a revolution story to write
Come on, a revolution

We've got a little history behind us
Come on, a revolution


This is out of my hands
The way it should have been
I am losing control, I surrender

Out of my hands