We are custodians of God You, you are the people! I, I am the people! We, we are the people! We the people we are to blame It is our choice and our shame When we sell our rights for bread and games Like edom, for a bowl of stew Wanton and lewd We trade our freedom for false security We the people should consider the next trade we make We the people, unto us a voice is given We the people, unto us a choice is given To tear down, to rebuild Like sheep to the slaugther Like rats to the piper Like clouds adrift the wind Here and now, to the price of forever A penny for your sanity, shackles for your liberty A pile of waste for your soul Come rise! Sic semper tyrannis thus always to tyrants Rebellion to tyrants is obedience to God We the people We the people, we the flock We few, we happy few