VERSE 1: prepare for battle // sow the chariot seats // I make ya // stand and rise with proletariat beats // and // Occupy is a modern day siege // what we’re // fighting is nepotism and greed // and // CEOs are the kings of today // and // skyscrapers are like castles in a way // corporatism is the dragon we must slay // and we won’t run away // show ‘em we’re hre to stay // each building downtown with its 80 plus floors // is its own little kingdom that’s exploiting the poor // and since money is power they pay us peanuts per hour // and since time is money they keep us laughing like dummies // ain’t nothing funny though // conservatives never loved to share (Cher) like Sonney yo // all on the radio // and TV // is propaganda // turn away // I’m saying, “No.” // we’ll catapult the status quo // as we creep up the skyscraper stairs with our heads low // or should we charge // just straight barge // our mob large // no leader, no sarge // CHORUS: power to the people // more power // all power // talking power to the people // power to the people // more power // all power // talking power to the people // power to the people // power to the people yo // black power // all power // talking power to the people // power to the people // more power // all power // talking power to the people yo // VERSE 2: so we storm the fire escape // as we cut our way through bureaucratic red tape // all around suits tremble and shake // cause they knew all along our rise to power was fate // now we’re about 40 floors up // and there’s no giving up // but the door here’s stuck // so we climb two more // it’s the same as before // so we kick in the door // to the 42nd floor // it’s a pitiful scene // cubical knights // behind computer screens // don’t even put up a fight // cuz they knew all is lost at the sight of our might // and some jump from windows // quoting Patrick Henry as they feel the wind blow // look out below // these are the ones who gained the world and lost their souls // CHORUS // VERSE 3: now we’re climbing up this phallic symbol // make the patriarchal power structure tremble // ain’t nothing simple // financial bubbles pop like pimples // in this age you gotta be nimble // I share my philosophy with Robin Hood // we need to stick it to the rich // stop robbin in the hood // it’s all good as long as it’s good for all // and for that we call // for the bourgeois to fall // finally reached the top floor // the king’s guard await us at the CEOs door // never before // and never again // would it be so easy to win // they coward // in their final hour // in this crumbling tower // the power // is ours // we got what we wanted // at this summit // now we can’t hide from it // now we’ve finally done it // so the choices are in our hands // no more ruling the land // together we stand // with this victory we can make utopia now // but the question that remains is, “How?” // CHORUS // SPOKEN: Proletariats rise! The victory is easy. We have the numbers. It’s simply a matter of standing together as one. The difficulty lies in what to do after that victory. All I know is: Equality and Mercy for all. // CHORUS