I am the underlying emotion of rage
That finger-pointing, screaming stage
Where all you're set to do is attack, attack
The questions that remain just always seem to lack the tact
For holding your head still while you bite your lip
Feeling that once open fist
Clench and unclench and your sweat drips, drips
For Iam the man on the horse with a gun
You know the one who's shouting "Revolution!"
Like a madman as the crowd all seems to cheer
I am the once beaten working class
The ones held in place by ceiling glass
Who never got the chance to rise above their rank
And the line on the floor that they helped to paint on the planks
Separates them from the ones who pall
As they continue to beat them down with the law
And when they can't abide they're chained to the wall
For Iam the one who will set you free
You know the one who you claimed was crazy
It's not as crazy as it seems
If you think about how many times they've killed a dream.
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