Do we have the right to choose
Or are we only born to lose
Do our voices really matter
Or are we only walking numbers.
All day, all year
You work hard, but the money disappears.
We’re slaves to the grind
Dying for some evil minds.
When life ain’t fair no more
You gotta make things right, right, right.
Burn it down
Burn it to the ground.
A bonfire of your lies
Under the blood-red skies.
Burn it, burn it down.
Do we have the right to speak
Is there really freedom of speech
Can I share my point of view
What if I tell the world that your story is not true?
When life ain’t fair no more
You gotta make things right, right, right.
Burn it down
Burn it to the ground.
A bonfire of your lies
Under the blood-red skies.
Burn it, burn it down.
Burn it to the ground.
A bonfire of your lies
No more compromise
Bridge
We might look like clowns to you.
You might think we don’t have a clue
But as we pass the point of no-return
The fools might as well walk all over you.
SOLO
The game is rigged, so why should we play?
We don’t believe a word you say
Nobody to trust, nothing to wait for,
But the time will come, we’ll make a score.
When life ain’t fair no more
You gotta make things right, right, right.
Burn it down
Burn it to the ground.
A bonfire of your lies
Under the blood-red skies.
Burn it, burn it down.
Burn it to the ground.
A bonfire of your lies
No more compromise.
Burn it, burn it down.
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