歌词
Down in the dust
our feet are cold and tired.
We've built your walls,
we've lit your fucking fires.
We've even fought your wars,
guarding your lifes,
greased your pipes,
we made and laid your wires.
Heavy with rust
our shoulders bear your loads,
plumb out of trust,
too many lives hewed low.
You ask for much,
but give burdens untold.
It's time to rush,
it's time to dump this load.
Raise your fists up to the sky,
be yourself, be more before you die!
Take a step from your proclivity,
and march away from your captivity.
Down in the dust
our feet are cold and tired.
We've built your walls,
we've lit your fucking fires.
We've even fought your wars,
guarding your lifes,
greased your pipes,
we made and laid your wires.
Raise your fists up to the sky,
be yourself, be more before you die!
Take a step from your proclivity,
and march away from your captivity.
