Pound the Table

But shout it out. Raise your glass. This is the air. Sweat on our brows from the break of dawn. Chained to the grind. Hear the hammers call. Boss man's whip cracks, but we don't fall. But we don't fall. Pockets empty. Hearts full of fire. Hearts full of fire. Laugh in the face of the nine to five liar. Calloused hands from the factory roar. Dreams get crushed, need the weight they pour. But when the whistle blows, we break away. Spitting defiesh like a battle array. We're the rebels in the smoke-filled night. Drinking down the pain. Setting wrong to right. Pound the table. Stomp the floor. Sing it louder than before. Sing it louder than before. No chains can hold this wild crew. To hell with the rules. We'll do what we do. No chains can hold this wild crew. To hell with the rules. We'll do what we do. They say sit, sit down. Shut up, shut up. Play it safe. One more round. Feel the rage ignite. Tomorrow we rise. Oh, we rise. On the fight. Whoa. Oh, we rise. We're the rebels in the smoke-filled night. Drinking down the pain. Setting wrong to right. Pound the table. Stomp the floor. Sing it louder than before. No chains can hold this wild crew. To hell with the rules. We'll do what we do. Raise it high. Never back down. Rebels forever. Wear the crown. Wild it out. One more time. Shout it out. Shout it out. One more time. To hell with the rules. To hell with the rules. One more time. Shout it out. One more time. One more time. Keep it coming. Rebels in the smoke-filled night. Drinking down the pain. Setting wrong to right. Pound the table. Stomp the floor. Sing it louder than before. To hell with the rules. We'll do what we do. We'll do what we do. We'll do what we do. Raise it high. Rebels forever. Wear the crown. Shout it out. One more time. To hell with the rules.