Vocals provided by Casey Gardner;
Lyrics by John Mills
We Might Survive
Smile to the crowd but behind the façade
A crooked man, still they applaud
Blinded by devotion to the ass or the Whig
While they show you where to dig
Listen to the words they pick
Hiding the truth, it makes me sick
See their posture as they spew the lies
Telltale signs of corrupt minds
Eyes, eyes, open eyes
Open your eyes and change your lives
Read between the lines we might survive
Follow deep rivers of green,
Back to your home, where they feed.
Why won’t you see, the world needs our lead?
Here we fight, for the words that we read
Out of sight, in the wake of the dream
Lords, Generals, tell us how to think
Sentiment is made for the weak
Why don’t we take the fight to them?
Until they have nothing left
Why don’t we make them pay the debt?
Before green rivers turn to red