I'm ashamed that you're not more angry   It's a mans world but it's falling apart   No we don't share a thing we kill and rob and anthropomorphize God   Battle drums of the Rogues March   Rattle my bones for the ghost   Of revolutionaries biding their time recruiting at the local bread line   Idle hands burn the midnight oil   Muscles ache   Sweat on your brow      Oh the Rogue's March   -We're the heart and soul of this heartless country-      Now I'm a happy voter, free wheelin' like General Motors    Pero, No Trabajo   Come on come on now lets think twice people aren't made of sugar and spice   It's a long dark road to suffer disgrace   -We're the heart and soul of this heartless country-