Waiting for a Revolution

Standing on a side street with your eyes cast upon the skies
There's a message up there somewhere
And your guess is as good as mine
There's a million people waiting full of claustrophobic dreams
With the things they've seen, oh there's so much propaganda
And the powers are after more power
But they've caused a total, major breakdown
Machines have run down factories shut down
The workers stand upon a cold street corner
Waiting for what, waiting for a revolution
Waiting for what, waiting for a revolution
Bring on the old revolution
Give your children an excuse, give 'em guns
Roll on the old revolution
Give your children an excuse, give 'em guns
Give 'em an excuse, give 'em guns
Give 'em an excuse

You too can eat the whole damn wide world up out of a tin can x4



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Writer(s): Paul Marks
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