Cure for the Common Complaint

So drawn, I warm to the fire in their hearts

This ain't romantic gesturing

It's a hand to head the charge

To the indifference of the preening, idle rich

Such champions are cancerous

Tumors in the gut of affluent bliss

Why let this scab observers

Tag them troublemakers

It's naive, you're on a leash

This is a cure for their common complaint

This is a cure for their common complaint

Ditch the gullibility

Strike 'til the green runs dry

Bring them to their knees

Or squander as they thrive

Reject the cure for their common complaint

Reject the cure for their common complaint

Agitate

Hoist those standards, arm-in-arm

Walk the walk and talk the talk

Agitate, agitate, agitate