Wake up, wake up, the cracks are showing There's a fire in the bush, but you keep going You put your plan in motion, you reached across the sea, the ocean Back up, back up, your mouths are foaming There's blood on the ground but you keep homing You pushed a dream and created some hell Your leaders lie so you do it as well And you fight for your right to be naughty or nice when you like And then you sell the notion What's up, what's up? The games are open So lets just save all the banks, and keep on hoping You take a moment and it lasts for a year And all you're capable of causing is fear And you fight for your right to be naughty or nice when you like And then you sell the notion Wake up, wake up, the cracks are showing So what's the plan, any more good ideas? Another war that you can keep up for years? And you fight for your right to be naughty or nice when you like And then you sell the notion