A line was drawn in the sand
By a fool with a big stick and tiny hands
Promised a wall, talked about greatness
And dared to speak for me
I'm not afraid of the world
I'm not afraid of the world
I'm afraid of big money
The cold one percent
Casting me out when I can't pay the rent
Claiming the high ground when everything's spent
But I'm not afraid of the world
I'm not afraid of the world
A line was drawn in the sand
By a fool who claimed to be freedom's last stand
Tore up accords, arrested the neighbours
And dared to speak for me
I'm not afraid of the world
I'm not afraid of the world
I'm afraid of big talkers who act like they know
Sacrifice, struggle and life down below
The dizzying heights of the status quo
But I'm not afraid of the world
I'm not afraid of the world
As midnight approaches
An ominous cry from the wolves on the hill
And the hawks in the sky
Turn plowshare to sword!
Turn letters to lead!
Now enough with the discourse
And bring out your dead!
Sleep in the knowledge
That somebody poorer than you
Is fodder for another useless war
Waged upon children
Smote from afar
By a hellfire volley and a victory cigar.
I'm not afraid of the world
It's afraid of me
I'm not afraid of the world
It's afraid of me
I'm not afraid of the world
It's afraid of me
It's afraid of me
It's afraid of me
It's afraid of me