Wretches and Kings

There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious

Makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part

You can't even passively take part

And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels

Upon the levers, upon all the apparatus

And you've got to make it stop






To save face, how low can you go

Talk a lot of game but yet you don't know

Static on the way, make us all say whoa

The people up top push the people down low

Get down

And obey every word

Steady getting mine if you haven't yet heard

Wanna take what I got, don't be absurd

Don't fight the power, nobody gets hurt

If you haven't heard yet then I'm letting you know

There ain't shit we don't run when the guns unload

And no one make a move unless my people say so

Got everything outta control

Now everybody go






Steel unload, final blow

We the animals, take control

Hear us now, clear and true

Wretches and kings we come for you






So keep pace, how slow can you go

Talk a lot of shit and yet you don't know

Fire on the way, make you all say whoa

The people up top and the people down low

Get down

And I'm running it like that

The front of the attack is exactly where I'm at

Somewhere in-between, the kick and the hi-hat

The pen and the contract, the pitch and the contact

So get with the combat, I'm letting 'em know

There ain't shit you can say to make me back down no

So push the button let the whole thing blow

Spinning everything outta control

Now everybody go






Steel unload, final blow

We the animals, take control

Hear us now, clear and true

Wretches and kings we come for you

Steel unload, fire blow

Filthy animals, beat them low

Skin and bone, black and blue

No more this sun shall beat onto you






From the front to the back and the side to side

If you fear what I feel put 'em up real high

Front to the back and the side to side

If you fear what I feel put 'em up real high

Front to the back and the side to side

If you fear what I feel put 'em up real high

Front to the back and the side to side

If you fear what I feel put 'em up real high

Front to the back and the side to side

If you fear what I feel put 'em up real high

Front to the back and the side to side

If you fear what I feel put 'em up real high






When the operation of the machine becomes so odious

Makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part

You can't even passively take part

And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels

Upon the levers, upon all the apparatus

And you've got to make it stop

And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it

That unless you're free

The machine will be prevented from working at all