KMFDM “A Drug against Wall Street” (2011) Lyrics by KMFDM K-M-F-D-M 1-2-3-4 Occupy Wall Street The world’s on fire Smoke them out And hang ‘em higher Anonymous here Anonymous there We are the people We’re everywhere [Chorus]: March to the drum of the ultra-heavy beat KMFDM is a drug against Wall Street Search and destroy The thieves and liars The reign of terror Has expired Take no prisoners Make no mistake Our children’s future Is at stake [Chorus] 21st Century Robin Hood Destroy what destroys us Once and for good Occupy Wall Street The world’s on fire Smoke them out And hang ‘em higher [Chorus] x 2 Bob Dylan “The Times They are A Changin’” (1963) Lyrics by Bob Dylan Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, congressman Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he who gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin'. It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command You old road is Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'. Public Enemy “Fight the Power” (1989) Lyrics by Chuck D 1989 the number another summer (get down) Sound of the funky drummer Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got sould (Brothers and sisters hey) Listen if you're missin' y'all Swingin' while I'm singin' Givin' whatcha gettin' Knowin' what I know While the Black bands sweatin' And the rhythm rhymes rollin' Got to give us what we want Gotta give us what we need Our freedom of speech is freedom or death We got to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say Fight the power Chorus As the rhythm designed to bounce What counts is that the rhymes Designed to fill your mind Now that you've realized the prides arrived We got to pump the stuff to make us tough from the heart It's a start, a work of art To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange People, people we are the same No we're not the same Cause we don't know the game What we need is awareness, we can't get careless You say what is this? My beloved lets get down to business Mental self defensive fitness (Yo) bum rush the show You gotta go for what you know Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say... Fight the Power Chorus Elvis was a hero to most But he never meant ---- to me you see Straight up racist that sucker was Simple and plain Mother---- him and John Wayne Cause I'm Black and I'm proud I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps Sample a look back you look and find Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check Don't worry be happy Was a number one jam Damn if I say it you can slap me right here (Get it) lets get this party started right Right on, c'mon What we got to say Power to the people no delay To make everybody see In order to fight the powers that be (Fight the Power) Creedence Clearwater Revival “Fortunate Son” Lyrics by John Fogerty (1969) Nine Inch Nails “The Hand that Feeds” (2005) Lyrics by Trent Reznor Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief" Oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord You're keeping in step In the line Got your chin held high and you feel just fine Because you do What you're told But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no Senator's son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves, oh But when the tax men come to the door Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no Yeah, some folks inherit star spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" Oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no military son It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate one, no, no, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no fortunate son, no, no Just how deep do you believe? Will you bite the hand that feeds? Will you chew until it bleeds? Can you get up off your knees? Are you brave enough to see? Do you want to change it? What if this whole crusade's A charade And behind it all there's a price to be paid For the blood On which we dine Justified in the name of the holy and the divine Just how deep do you believe? Will you bite the hand that feeds? Will you chew until it bleeds? Can you get up off your knees? Are you brave enough to see? Do you want to change it? So naive I keep holding on to what I want to believe I can see But I keep holding on and on and on and on Will you bite the hand that feeds you? Will you stay down on your knees? [8X]