Callin all agents, the seven have split Villains and vagrants, are killin our conscience Call it contagious, the shutters'll click Fillin up pages, and give em the opposite Yeah! yeah! Cross off the basics, a cut and a stitch Trial by patience admitted Cause I've got, common frustration A seminal shift Piles of papers are hidden in offices Someones gotta tow the line Someones gotta make it right Someones gotta throw the fight Someones gotta take it You gotta fake it Call it amazin, were gonna get rich Figures and failing are given up partly Settle our savings, a seventies schtick Lie on the pavement, And kill em' we've come for it Someones gonna tow the line Someones gonna make it right Someones gonna throw the fight Someones gonna take it Not gonna take it I wont take it Blood on the rails! End