The Meek And The Man

You're alone in this conquest
A meek soul afraid of the world
While they're scheming,you're dreaming
of utopia in this world

Broken bricks and twisted rods
Veil the brutes from impotency
The meek shall fight his way
He shall be in the Resistance;he
too shall feel the pain
find his soul
in rock and roll
He's gonna be The Man

Gone are the days of the Mods
The Greasers and their hotrods
Every rodent for himself now
Them mice in rebellion
Scavenging on scraps of freedom
in a world too far
where sleep seeks refuge in open eyes

Rethink,a process still going on
Rethink,a process still going on
Rethink,a process still goin on
Rethink,but that still remains an illusion

Morsels of food on the ground were morsels of pride
A meek's right to life is denied
A two plus two maketh five
If not then thoughtcrime
Live not by the crumb
For millions shall form the Tide