Lyrics:

We're all presidents, we're all congressmen
We're all cops in waiting
We are all workers of the world
There is the elite and the dispossessed

And it's only about survival
Who has the skill to play the game for all it's worth
And reach an obscure kind of perfection

Let's try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible
Let's try not to remember any names
We'll do it for for a country, for a people, for a moral vision
United we'll make them remember our history, or how we'd like to be told

And we rock because it's us against them, we've found our own reasons to sing
And it's so much less confusing when lines are drawn like that
When people are either consumers or revolutionaries
Enemies or friends hanging on to the fringes of the cogs in the system
It's just about knowing where everyone stands

All of a sudden people start talking about guns
Talking like they're going to war
Cause they've found something to die for
Start taking back what they stole

Sure beats every other option
But does it make a difference how we get it?
Do you really fucking get it?
No, no, no, no