Why can't we why can't we go from here

When will we When will we end all this suffering

Our future lies in the hands of the chosen few

Our lives are guided by the hands of the unjust

And we know it we do nothing about that

And while we are yelling at the TV

Yelling at the papers

Someone's surely benefiting from that

Because they've blinded our vision

Clouded our senses

We are as good as dead

And we all know that

Centre of power won't change

But we have the power to shake it

For us to reveal our presence

And for once to feel alive

Why can't we why can't we go from here

When will we When will we end all this suffering