So drawn, I warm to the fire in their hearts   This ain't romantic gesturing   It's a hand to head the charge      To the indifference of the preening, idle rich   Such champions are cancerous   Tumors in the gut of affluent bliss      Why let this scab observers   Tag them troublemakers   It's naive, you're on a leash      This is a cure for their common complaint   This is a cure for their common complaint      Ditch the gullibility   Strike 'til the green runs dry   Bring them to their knees   Or squander as they thrive      Reject the cure for their common complaint   Reject the cure for their common complaint      Agitate      Hoist those standards, arm-in-arm   Walk the walk and talk the talk   Agitate, agitate, agitate