yell of the mass

 

 

where are you rock bands?

who`s the enemy?

I need a tall, talking man

who holds the greatest speech

`cause I`m not made for this

I`m the mass I`m the crowed

I`m not made for this

the best I can is work and follow

 

and I`m roaring the bold letters

it takes a man for a song of remembrance

I need a face for it

I just want a man tough enough for this

the world, to change

I need a leader

 

I have witnessed all the history

I`ve seen the kings and the czars

coming out of me

will you remember this?

oh just remember this

when you sit down and reign

just remember this

the greatest work is done through my hands