| And so they started a revolt
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| A revolt for something they didn’t understand
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| An excuse to their total fiasco
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| A fight for an illusion
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| Hunger for something they never tasted
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| And so they became the heroes of a lost cause
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| The dust on the moldiest furniture
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| The sharpest critics, the finest hypocrites
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| They do like wealth but wealth didn’t like them
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| They messed it up but they wanted it back
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| And there they stood, so please hail the
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| Though we weren’t trampled
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| But we certainly are
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| So hooray for the revolt of the miserable
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| With a foot on their neck they crawled on the streets
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| Say it loud
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| 'Cause we all like to hear it
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| I don’t want to see what I’m starting to be
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| And the rich supremacy, very amused
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| All watched the infertile battle stagnate
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| Through many more centuries and
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| So the pathetic sight sank into
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| The horizon and the farcical mob felt like
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| They were doing something very
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| Useful in their lives by stuffing
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| Say it loud
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| 'Cause we all like to hear it
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| I don’t want to see what I’m starting to be |