Lyrics
I was feeling out of sorts
Empty meaning out in force
Hit the streets and raise our voice
Chant? Yes? No.
Isn’t it nice?
Their homes our lives
Isn’t it nice?
Our money their fine
And the reigns came crashing down
With force, power crowns
As the rain comes crashing down
Our families root the ground with Salt.
Can’t comprehend
Feeling good instead
I don’t know
What we don’t know
They aren’t in control
They’ll smile in your face
With nothing but disdain
And the reigns came crashing down
With knowledge, power drowns
And the rain comes crashing down
Our boots will shake the ground with force
Shake the ground
Shake the ground
Shake the ground
Isn’t it nice
To be out on your own?
Isn’t it nice
To be out in the cold?