You clenched-fist salute Says ‘’Fight! Fight the Power!’’ But your charcoal suit Says something different altogether It says ‘’i won’t dance when the banks collapse…’’ So we better be careful what we wish for Lost my job and my band To the laying of a hand I’ve still got my love But I’m not sure how much she’ll stand And I don’t have your stone walls To keep the wolves from my door No, I won’t dance when the banks collapse So we better be careful what we wish for I’d love to see you whet the streets are turning I’ve lobe to be you when the whole world’s burning I’d love to see your new world order I’d love to be your new business model I won’t dance when the tanks collapse I won’t dance when the tanks collapse Thom, can I sleep at your house?