The preachers from the pulpits of power
Leaders of cloth, they speak to our empty pockets
And the same gang with different colors
Plays up to the dialect of establishmentWill you take our pain?
Will you throw bread to us from high above?
Will you take our pain?
Will you throw bread to us from high above?We will stay true
To trust on these streets
But I won't be corrupted
Or stuck on repeatThe preachers from the pulpits of power
Leaders of cloth, they speak to our empty pockets
And the same gang with different colors
Plays up, raise up any flag we fly, any war, we buy it
Any war, will you take our pain?
Will you throw bread to us from high above?
Will you take our pain?
Will you throw bread to us from high above?We will stay true
To trust on these streets
But I won't be corrupted
Or stuck on repeatThe workers' rage in the empire days
The ratchet thrown in the children's mills
The bootstrap lies in the Patriot Plays
The burning fires on these hillsThis road growsThe preachers from the pulpits of power
Leaders of cloth, they preach to our empty pockets
And the same gang with different colors
Plays up to the dialect of establishment
Will you take our pain?
Will you throw bread to us from high above?
Will you take our pain?
Will you throw bread to us from high above?From high above
