Manifested

Sound the call to all, the righteous can’t rest

No shortage of breath,

We’re saving humanity

From the calamity—of capital,

From the chaos—of profit and loss  

From the cruelty of the crass ass lickers

Who dominate our lives 

From the insane brains who mesmerize—and manipulate

They rule the state, they are the great

Who dominate

Our dreams and means of existence

Are better then theirs

The rich with their wares and heirs

They control us without a fuss

They always will, they win the fight,

Until we have a political party

That gets the dialectics right

The workers and poor

So here's what you need to know about us

Our 12-point program goes like thus

The 12 aspects of life that we affirm to change

Require a workers revolution to rearrange the classes,

We put the workers on top, and throw the bourgeoisie out on their asses

A workers party is born, and the agenda is clear

To represent what the bourgeoisie most fears,

Unionization, the mass action tool

The voice of the worker minus the fools

We strike at the heart of the matter

The workers must vote with their feet

Marching the streets, beating the drums to defeat

The array of foes, as far as it goes,

All the classes are united against us

Our bosses, corrupted or dumb

As a rule of thumb they cause us sorrow

They grind us like sausage

Into the void they throw our lives, like chaff and they laugh

Yes, we demand full employment and housing

This they can never provide

We're on one side, they're on another

Cause all workers are brothers and sisters under the covers

We take from the rich and spread it around

Take the means of production back

No poverty class, no cops to harass

No wretched of the earth, we're all worth it

Lets equal the pay scale, and nail the billionaires bastards who prey on us

Who lay on us like deadweight

Who slay us like gods, like we're interchangeable pods

Lets change them to workers; wipe off their smirks, their airs of distinction

Send the bourgeoisie to extinction!

Generals, creditors, jailers, judges and media fools

The army, the banks and the courts, the media must serve us

The rigorous demands of the people deserve us 

The people rejoice, they say with one voice

We work and we sweat, we pay every debt, we give up our lives

So production abides, and survives, and thrives, and multiplies

So in return, we want from the state

A fair rate of exchange

Extract our labor so dear, our weal and our woe, laughter and tears

But give us free heath care, for those we hold near, the best and the fair

Give us the schools, the knowledge and tools

Give us the theory, give us the freedom to bloom 

And our children to boon, and we want it soon.

And this you shall have, no matter what color, national background

Equality rules, humanity rules, let freedom rule!

The land is ours, too. We work it; we toil, on every acre or blade of grass

Who better to protect our natural world, then us?

How can you profit off the earth like a pimp

From the whales to the tiniest shrimp

All life has value, and shall never be wasted

Just for the greedy tastes of a few miserable owners

The loaners, the creeps with their stocks and bonds

Ad nauseum they hound us, surround us with hype, media types

They sideswipe us, entice us, advise us, connive and confuse us

to ruin our own game, to shit where we eat and ream our selves raw,

Live like the peasants while the rich make the law,

We insist that we manage the wealth of the world

Planning and sharing the work and the pay

Profits and loss, servant and boss? No way!

Like the French once said, it's fraternité, and we say, democracy

No more terror on the job, some decision from above

These pigs give no love

It all must go, the whole bowl of wax, the income tax

The wars, the politician bores, the mega stores that run our lives.

Now we run them, we mind them, we make and take the profits of our labor back

We're the winner, but what about our neighbor? What about the world at large?

We do them a favor and wreck the bourgeoisie flavor

Wherever it shows its evil head, we replace it instead

Until the whole bourgeois culture is finally dead

The world wide class of world class villains

We pull 'em down, their bloated bank accounts

Their bountiful harvest of blood abruptly cancelled

All the scams and the shams, their mindless collusion, their mass confusion

Their balance of power, their golden shower, their final hour.

We shall prevail, we shall assail,

and we’ll curtail their excess, clean up their mess

And hammer a nail into the heart of their session.