5 years, it doesn't seem like so long
Now we're fighting a war without the bullets or the guns
Some politicians have led us to believe
That we're prisoners inside of our own country
No I for one don't believe them when they say
That the protest songs lie silent in their graves
So stand up, stand up, no they'll never make the grade
And we won't play their games, the revolution is on its way.
Rise up! To all you people who think the battles over well are you ready, you ready
So long! We've spent our lives sitting on the sidelines but now we're ready to, ready to
Break away no their not binding me so are you ready, you ready
Coz the gloves off, we'll come out fighting.
15 seats doesn't mean they've got us beat
Step up to the mark it's our responsibility
So many people will suffer at their hands
But I can't understand, our heads our buried in the sand
There's no doubt in my mind it's a sign of the times
Don't need the aggravation of social divide
So stand up, stand up, no they'll never make the grade
And we won't play their games, the revolution is on its way.
They take, take, take till there's nothing left of me
Now I'm trapped in my cell I'm a slave to apathy
You know it break, break, breaks the hearts of you and me
These misguided souls are a consequence of this disease.
Now we're fighting a war without the bullets or the guns
Some politicians have led us to believe
That we're prisoners inside of our own country
No I for one don't believe them when they say
That the protest songs lie silent in their graves
So stand up, stand up, no they'll never make the grade
And we won't play their games, the revolution is on its way.
Rise up! To all you people who think the battles over well are you ready, you ready
So long! We've spent our lives sitting on the sidelines but now we're ready to, ready to
Break away no their not binding me so are you ready, you ready
Coz the gloves off, we'll come out fighting.
15 seats doesn't mean they've got us beat
Step up to the mark it's our responsibility
So many people will suffer at their hands
But I can't understand, our heads our buried in the sand
There's no doubt in my mind it's a sign of the times
Don't need the aggravation of social divide
So stand up, stand up, no they'll never make the grade
And we won't play their games, the revolution is on its way.
They take, take, take till there's nothing left of me
Now I'm trapped in my cell I'm a slave to apathy
You know it break, break, breaks the hearts of you and me
These misguided souls are a consequence of this disease.