Workhorse

It's the same that it's always been,
 And there is a part of me still reaching.
 Holding on, falling down, looking toward the sky.
 This is who we are!
 And everything that we believe, we believe,
 We believe!

 We've all seen it slowly slip away,
 From our grasp and our hearts,
 Thinking that we'd go along.
 Pacified like all the rest,
 Not this time!
 We disagree and we always have,
 We always have!

 Anger and [bad word] 
 You wouldn't know the half.
 Broken lives, broken home,
 Nothing left but debt.
 Now we draw the line unsatisfied!
 And everything that we believe, we believe,
 We believe!

 We've all seen it slowly slip away,
 From our grasp and our hearts,
 Thinking that we'd go along.
 Pacified like all the rest,
 Not this time!
 We disagree and we always have,
 We always have!

 We're gonna take it back,
 We're gonna take it back!

 So sick of sacrifice, in the name of hope, not [bad word] 
 The workhorse still hasn't got his pay,
 Just the [bad word] who rode his back.
 You kill our dreams off everyday,
 As your machine marches on.
 We have all dug your grave,
 We have all dug your grave.

 Anger and [bad word] 
 You wouldn't know the half.
 Broken lives, broken home,
 Nothing left but debt.
 Now we draw the line unsatisfied!
 And everything that we believe, we believe,
 We believe!