Times up! You're outta luck and your back's
Up against the wall
From Tunisia to Washington the
People are calling: "No!"

Your gas n guns, your clubs n thugs
Your lies on the TV

None of that can save you now
As your reign is swept away

Get up! Get up! Your voices are needed
Become, become the pulse of the revolution
In the ranks of the masses risin'

Another shakedown and a slap in the face
And he know he'd had had enough
He doused himself in gasoline, took a breath
And lit a match

She said: "I will go down to Tehrir
Square and I will stand alone

And if you have any dignity
I won't be on my own"

Get up! Get up! Your voices are needed
Become, become the pulse of the revolution
In the ranks of the masses risin'

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): CHRISTOPHER LEE BARKER, CHRISTOPHER MARK HEAD, JUSTIN CATHAL GEEVER, PATRICK C BOLLINGER