We are custodians of God
You, you are the people!
I, I am the people!
We, we are the people!
We the people we are to blame
It is our choice and our shame

When we sell our rights for bread and games
Like edom, for a bowl of stew
Wanton and lewd
We trade our freedom for false security
We the people should consider the next trade we make

We the people, unto us a voice is given
We the people, unto us a choice is given
To tear down, to rebuild

Like sheep to the slaugther
Like rats to the piper
Like clouds adrift the wind

Here and now, to the price of forever
A penny for your sanity, shackles for your liberty
A pile of waste for your soul

Come rise! Sic semper tyrannis thus always to tyrants
Rebellion to tyrants is obedience to God
We the people
We the people, we the flock
We few, we happy few