We the People Songtext
von Billy Cobham

We are slaves to the king
Six new moons of the year
He pockets our blood and our sweat
And leaves us to our tears
More, more, more, the lawmakers cry
And in the name of brotherhood
The rivers run dry

We the people, we shall not stand down
We the people, we′ll not be your clown
We the people of the flame burning bright
Crying freedom through the perilous night
We the people, we the people
We the people, we the people
We the people of the flame burning bright
Crying freedom through the perilous night

And now the masters print greenbacks
In place of gold


But the vaults have no bullion so
They levy our children's soul
They levy our children′s soul

And the kingmaker's propping
On his dusty old throne
In his dusty old throne
Tape a deep purple mantle on
His shriveled skull and bones

And the high court beauticians
Paint his bloodless cheeks red
They paint his bloodless cheeks red
But them with eyes can see
The king is dead

We the people, we shall not stand down
We the people, we'll not be your clown
We the people of the flame burning bright
Crying freedom through the perilous night
We the people, we the people
We the people, we the people
We the people, we the people
Crying freedom, crying freedom


Crying freedom
Crying freedom
We the people, yeah