This union made us powerless is talking over our heads Claiming prosperity in a downward spiral plan Stuck by deadly rhythm of the production line Stuck
of new generation This is the movement, this is the rhythm This is noise of revolution Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Refused party program Refused party program Refused
Well, adjusted and corrupt All those icons that stole our teenage lust A scenario of our simplicity A scenario of you and me A scenario of our simplicity A
Hey baby, you never felt this good Freedom through the stereo and you wish you could Take a bite, do a dance and get lost on a crusade Jump on this soul
set us free, throw a rock in the machine Sabotage will set us free, throw a rock in the machine Throw a rock in the machine, throw a rock in the machine
I took the first bus out of coca-cola city 'Cause it made me feel all nauseous and shitty I took the first bus out of shell town 'Cause they didn't want
action It could be dangerous Art as a real threat All it is, is words Words said a million times before All it is, is a song A song sung a million
about anywhere. Disorientated but alive. Boredom won't get me tonight. Let's bring this city to life - to light - tonight. There is no destination but with a
It's coming through the air For all of us to hear Could it be the sounds of liberation Or just the image of detention? We want the airwaves back We want
Beyond ability and control, we could be weekend lovers Steal a sentence and make a catch phrase Parole for our revolution Whispered all across the street