I want my money back
I'm down here drowning in your fat
You got me on my knees
Praying for everything you lack

I ain't afraid of you
I'm just a victim of your fear
You cower in your tower
Praying that I'll disappear

I got another plan
One that requires me to stand
On the stage or in the street
Don't need no microphone or beat

And when you hear this song
If you ain't dead then sing along
Bang and strum to these here drums
'Til you get where you belong

I got a list of demands
Written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand
We're living hand to mouth
You wanna be somebody?
See somebody?
Try and free somebody?
Got a list of demands
Written on the palm of my hands
I ball my fist and you're gonna know where I stand
We're living hand to mouth
Hand to mouth