Down in the dark, in the boiler room of plenty We stoke the banker's fires Soaked in the sweat of the working four and twenty Each day until the pyre Oh but don't you Dream of the day when the watchword is "deliverance" And we finally take what's ours. You can believe in magic, you can believe in fancies Call it a "higher love" but people gotta change the way things are What will they do oh to stem the mighty anger When we wake the teeming hoard Keep us asleep while the soothing tones of angels Sing "Wait for your reward" We don't hear them Here in the world while we feed the hungry turbines We're pounding out our swords You can believe in magic, you can believe in fancies Call it a "higher love" but people gotta change the way things are No More Gods and no more masters, Burn the bodies and scatter the ashes Make no mistake there are those who would deny us Them that own the tools Dare you believe that liberation will just find us And a crumb will fall to you? No, we take it! And when we hear "Give it back and trust our kindness." Let us not be fools. You can believe in magic, you can believe in fancies Call on a "higher love" but people gotta change the way things are People gonna change the way things are...