Rogue's March

I'm ashamed that you're not more angry

It's a mans world but it's falling apart

No we don't share a thing we kill and rob and anthropomorphize God

Battle drums of the Rogues March

Rattle my bones for the ghost

Of revolutionaries biding their time recruiting at the local bread line

Idle hands burn the midnight oil

Muscles ache

Sweat on your brow

Oh the Rogue's March

-We're the heart and soul of this heartless country-

Now I'm a happy voter, free wheelin' like General Motors

Pero, No Trabajo

Come on come on now lets think twice people aren't made of sugar and spice

It's a long dark road to suffer disgrace

-We're the heart and soul of this heartless country-