here along we wander and we roam we cut our teeth in city streets and gutters we call home await the day the clouds will part deliver words we know by heart raise your fucking voice or be a face in the crowd isn t that what it s all about so tempt me not with the life you have bought our keep is earned in the change that we sought explain away the tangled truth accuse away but without proof raise your fucking voice or be a face in the crowd isn t that what it s all about boots on the ground aim tried and true bells toll the sound impending doom in our respite our numbers grew now it s time to raise your fucking voice or be a face in the crowd isn t that what it s all about is that what this is about 