In a white pinstripe suit, in a stretched limousine   Someone is kicking you down   And in long black robes, and tall oak desk   Someone is kicking you down   Lookin' down from an office on the 18th floor   Someone is kicking you down   And he's never gonna stop, as long as he lives   Or as long as it lives in him      There's something not right   there's something not right   there's something not right   there's something not right   there's something not right      There's a telephone ringing, yet you're afraid to answer   Someone is kicking you down   A bottle by your bed as you lay wide awake   Someone is kicking you down   And nobody has to say it, nobody has to say it   Someone is kicking you down   And they won't ever stop as long as they live   Or as long as it lives in them      There's a lock on your door,   But it won't keep them out   There's a leash around your neck,   But you don't know who holds it   There's a lie in your ear,   But you don't know who told it   Yeah, someone is kicking you down   You looked that cop right in the eye   And he looked you right back   DEAD in the eye   If every Tom Joad could meet their Joe Hill   Every Holden Caulfield could meet their Thoreau   Yeah   We won't take ashes for the fire   When there is a flame      Trust yourself   It is there   It is there