Believe in the Poet - The Last Gang

Writer out of water

He’s singing a noble song

But it doesn’t matter

His body is rotting long way before the sprockets are changing in this machine

that controls the commonwealth

Push ‘em all back

Put ‘em up against the wall

Cry out loud for the individual

One percent representing your best liberties

Tease your ego, nothing more

Even though nothing will change

Even though nothing will…

One in a million thoughts could change the world

Send a message through the wreckage

This division will never be, so let it be

Who knows what fires will breed from hours of woe

Believe in the poet (x2)

I hope

Here’s to Washington

And they’re watching out for all of them

Washing their hands clean of the dirty, the sick and tired, hungry and the poor

Always keep them counting, wanting

Four more years of smoke and mirrors

Try for all you can

Sing out loud for the common average man

Start inside a riot, open up and get violent

Money always equals power

They censor, you get louder

Falling on deaf and jaded hands

Even though nothing will change

Even though nothing will…

One in a million thoughts could change the world

Send a message through the wreckage

This division will never be, so let it be

Who knows what fires will breed from hours of woe

Believe in the poet (x2)

I hope

Taken from a lonely mother’s son

I know I’m not the one

I’m not the only one, I’m singing

Don’t let them change you

Don’t let them jade you

One in a million thoughts could change the world

Send a message through the wreckage

This division will never be, so let it be

Who knows what fires will breed from hours of woe

Believe in the poet (x2)

I hope