Unto those who have enough You give more free of charge What becomes of those with nothing? You stand back and let them starve Well is your conscience clear Safe in your Land of Plenty? We wait outside your walls Our pockets and our bellies empty Panis angelicus Fit panis hominum Dat panis coelicus Figuris terminum O res mirabilis! Manducat dominum Dat panis coelicus Figuris terminum A systemized autocracy of authorized burocracy Seems to have our people by the throats It's time to make your choices Stand up and use your voices While you've still legal rights and votes Let the wishes of the few Outweigh the needs of many In this land where money talks We have little chance if any Bring the nation back to basics Lionize Dickensian dreams Hide a heart that's grey and cold Behind an image squeaky-clean We're fighting to be free driven by necessity She is the mother of invention God bless the working men Slaves three score years and ten Who never beg for divine intervention Panis angelicus Fit panis hominum Dat panis coelicus Figuris terminum O res mirabilis! Manducat dominum Dat panis coelicus Figuris terminum