Mr. Man

How much more can we ignore the voices

How much longer can we keep our heads in the sand

Can't you hear me, don't you even hear me

I'm screaming as loud as I can

Can't you hear me, Mr. Man

There's no concern for the people dying

There's more concern for keeping the upper hand

In their faces, we're laughing in their faces

And you still don't understand

Why they hate you, Mr. Man

You better get ready

I said ready

Time to get ready

Can you see that day when your world starts crumbling

Can yous see that day when you meet your maker again

Will he be like you, do you think he's really like you

You can bet your soul depends

On that, Mr. Man

It's time to get ready

I said ready

You better get ready