Filthy Thieving Bastards - It's Empty

What type of revolution? What kind of change? Someday, someday, somewhere For the fools, Fools of destitute, beaten back or tied down Someday, someday, somewhere Can't see at all, they've got me where they Want Someday, someday, somewhere I'll eat shit that they herd us up with Broken dreams and tired arms Someday, Someday, Somewhere I won't become some part of your relay Your Relay, your relay machine You can't lock me on to conformity Someday, Somewhere We'll take them all, the masquerade will fall Someday, someday, somewhere So I'll eat shit they herd us up with Broken dreams and tired arms Someday, Someday, Somewhere It's Empty Someday, Someday, somewhere somewhere It's empty Someday, someday, somewhere It's empty It's empty, It's empty for me