He gets a couple dollars for the things he does

But it doesn’t go back to the things he loves

Cause the landlord gets what the landlord needs

And it doesn’t trickle down again

Cause the landlord wants another piece of the pie

But it’s been cut right down to a tenth of a slice

Before the landlord sees any pie at all

So the rent goes up again

If your world won’t burn for the state you’re in

You gotta take things back to how it all began

If your revolution won’t come the way you want

You got a torch to light and match to strike

The TV man says you gotta fill your home

With shit you don’t want til he lets you know

That there’s things you lack that can fill your hole

Til the pain goes away again

So you down a couple pills and you stand in line

Until that void you feel starts to eat you alive

You can start to live someone else’s life

Until you wanna jump ship again

And if the world won’t burn for the state it’s in

We gotta take things back to how it all began

If the revolution won’t come the way we want

We’ve got a torch to light and match to strike (come on)