Last Call

Your trumpets roar as I rumble

Your fools dressed in underpaid labor

Swing their mighty pens

And hide behind their TV screens

While I gather my masses

Us unwashed and unfed

As we stare with vacant eyes

And deny your sinner's lies

It is my last call to you

Please drop your dignity

And realize our poverty

We ain't going to wait any more

You say you can't hear me

Maybe you can't

Your trumpets scream

Your leaders want our blood

If we are invisible

How come you can stand on us?

If we are weak

How come we can resist?

That is the Last Call

So pack your bags

And give us some rest

From your crushing feet