Father looks down to his son   says "I was like you when I was young"   Son looks up to father's plans   Works in the factory with his hands      Says "I wanna be just like you,   organize the work for the collective few"   But as he grows up he sees no change   Systems won't let you rearrange!      Some day people will say   "Do we have to live this way?"   "Is this how we have to exist?"   And the people will rise up, and resist!      A majority class dominates    A world that the lower class creats   media confusion hides the fact   that we work with the rich man's knife in our back   we're killing ourselves for a profit gain   a profit off life what a fucking shame   we burn that flag for the values sworn   some day we'll burn it to keep warm      What we have done will not be lost   to all eternity   everything ripens at its time   and becomes fruit eventually!         CHILDREN OF THE REVOLUTION