We have been waiting and it has begun 

So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue 

We have been waiting and it has begun 

Prostrate yourself, your time has come 

We have been waiting and it has begun 

Look boldly, look boldly, look boldly on 

We have been waiting and it has begun 

So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue 

Knelt at the crossroads, knelt at the leather bound pew 

Felt the pain of labor, and of sons overdue 

In full submission we are reborn 

We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword 

We'll thresh the psyche and till the pride 

Distill the blood, proclaim the gun divine 

Damn the foul ego, praise the promised swarm 

We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword 

So we're lock, stock, and barrel 

Hook, line, and sinker 

Your freedom was your master 

And your liberties the flint for 

A double barrel sunrise, a double standard land 

You gave birth to the baby, but put a gun into its hands 

So the fruits of your labors have fermented into wine 

And the sweat that was dripped is now the honey of the hive 

The city is a burning sun and we are blooming flowers 

The fire, the flame, the passion, the power 

Too little, too late 

High caliber consecrator