The Ranks of the Masses Rising

Times up!
You’re outta luck and your back’s up against the wall.
From Tunisia to Washington the people are calling: “No!”

Your gas n guns, your clubs n thugs, your lies on the TV,
None of that can save you now as your reign is swept away.

Get up! Get up! 
Your voices are needed. 
 [bad word]  [bad word] the pulse of the revolution,
In the ranks of the masses risin’.

Another shakedown and a slap in the face,
and he know he’d had had enough.
He doused himself in gasoline, took a breath, and lit a match.

She said: “I will go down to Tehrir Square and I will stand alone,
And if you have any dignity, I won’t be on my own.”

Get up! Get up! 
Your voices are needed. 
 [bad word]  [bad word] the pulse of the revolution,
In the ranks of the masses risin’.