I raise my hand cause   I've got another question   Teacher can you tell me   why the cops harass me   when I only wanted their protection      Why do I have to work for the rest of my life   Face to the grind, at a job I never liked   Who created this convention?      [Chorus]   Take it all back, turn it around   The medium is the message   And it's more than just   sound.      Take it all back, turn it around      I raise my hand cause I'm still confused   Never understood why we still make use,   of a system that's founded upon greed      You can explain away but I can't believe   I'll never agree with the way that you see   'cause its leaving people sleeping in the streets      [Chorus]      Winds of charge are blowing   Harder than you've ever seen before   They're pushing and they're pulling   Straight to the company door   It's like a blank page under white light   The contrast is so high, it's like day versus night   It's so easy to follow when it's all so clear   Outline is set and the deadline is here      [Chorus]