So drawn, I warm to the fire in their hearts This ain't romantic gesturing It's a hand to head the charge To the indifference of the preening, idle rich Such champions are cancerous Tumors in the gut of affluent bliss Why let this scab observers Tag them troublemakers It's naive, you're on a leash This is a cure for their common complaint This is a cure for their common complaint Ditch the gullibility Strike 'til the green runs dry Bring them to their knees Or squander as they thrive Reject the cure for their common complaint Reject the cure for their common complaint Agitate Hoist those standards, arm-in-arm Walk the walk and talk the talk Agitate, agitate, agitate