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 Become, become 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 Become, become the pulse of the revolution In the ranks of the masses risin’