Verse 1
Well, the papers came down, and the ink was dry,
A million folks left wonderin’ why.
The offices closed, the lights went dim,
Another promise sunk, another hope grown thin.
They said, “Hold on tight, it’ll be alright,”
But the road ahead doesn’t look too bright.
Chorus
Oh, the tides are turning, can"t you feel the strain?
The world"s crumbling under a liar"s reign.
From the heart of the nation to the distant shore,
The people are crying, "We can"t take much more."
Verse 2
In the halls of power, they scheme and they plot,
While the common man"s left to wither and rot.
Promises broken, lies laid bare,
Yet the fires of dissent burn everywhere.
They wave their flags, they shake their fists,
But the working man’s still at the bottom of the list.
Chorus
Oh, the tides are turning, can"t you feel the strain?
The world"s crumbling under a liar"s reign.
From the heart of the nation to the distant shore,
The people are crying, "We can"t take much more."
Verse 3
Well, the man from the tower, he talks real loud,
Sayin’ “Trim the fat, make America proud.”
But it’s the teachers, the builders, the hands in the dirt,
Who feels the sting, and who takes the hurt?
Chorus
Oh, the tides are turning, can"t you feel the strain?
The world"s crumbling under a liar"s reign.
From the heart of the nation to the distant shore,
The people are crying, "We can"t take much more."
Verse 4
They march in red hats, their fists in the air,
With talkin’ heads spinnin’ in yellow-gold hair.
They whisper of shadows, they conjure up foes,
Feedin’ on fear while paying off ho’s.
They say there’s a war, but it’s all in their mind,
A story they sell to the lost and blind people.
They shout real loud ‘bout the good ol’ days,
But the good ol’ days don’t feed empty trays.
Chorus
Oh, the tides are turning; can"t you feel the strain?
The world"s crumbling under a liar"s reign.
From the heart of the nation to the distant shore,
The people are crying, "We can"t take much more."
Outro
Oh, tell me, mister, where’s the plan?
You trade the worker for a rich liar"s hand.
The world still turns; the need doesn’t fade,
But you cut the roots of the tree you made. So listen closely, all you tyrants and kings,
The bells of revolution are starting to ring.
The people have awakened, their resolve is clear, A new dawn is rising, and justice is near.
