Kick your roots, break the bonds.
When you get some, you need some more.
Our credence made you strong
While your honesty's weaker than before.
Trample down their dreams
The glory of your fortune,
Use it with sense and the glory is yours.
Hear our call of justice for all.
You've got the power in your hands.
The road to your success,
It is paved with your shameless lies.
Turn you head, see us hanging
With your lonely avaricious eyes.
You will find the rainbow's gold.
With our trust that you hold.
In the jesters masquerade,
With that bitter bouquet.