I'm ashamed that you're not more angry 
It's a mans world but it's falling apart 
No we don't share a thing we kill and rob and anthropomorphize God 
Battle drums of the Rogues March 
Rattle my bones for the ghost 
Of revolutionaries biding their time recruiting at the local bread line 
Idle hands burn the midnight oil 
Muscles ache 
Sweat on your brow 

Oh the Rogue's March 
-We're the heart and soul of this heartless country- 

Now I'm a happy voter, free wheelin' like General Motors 
Pero, No Trabajo 
Come on come on now lets think twice people aren't made of sugar and spice 
It's a long dark road to suffer disgrace 
-We're the heart and soul of this heartless country-