There’s too many crooks, gangsters, and tools
all too ready to pull the trigger and play the fool
too lost in their own petty indignation
that they’re poisoning the next generation
they don’t even see we’re at the end of our rope
‘cause they’re too busy throwing away our hope.
Now we’ve each got a story to tell
of walkin’ through this godforsaken hell
so say it loud and say it proud
tell it to your friends and tell it to the crowd
stand up, raise your voice, and be counted
‘cause we ain’t the valley, we’re the mountain.