[female
vocals] (
Acoustic
guitar
strumming,
rhythmic
steady
beat)
Yeah,
listen
to
the
wind
across
the
plains.
The
sound
of
change
is
coming,
can
you
hear
it?
Let’
s
speak
the
truth
today.
The
nation
is
on
the
block,
step
up
for
the
sale
Come
on
in,
merchant,
tip
the
heavy
scale
We
chose
the
representatives
to
hold
the
light
But
they
sold
the
dreams
we
built
throughout
the
night
It
was
a
circus
show,
a
stage
of
grand
design
We
sowed
the
thorns,
now
we
walk
the
jagged
line
Step
up,
merchant,
open
your
safe
wide
There
is
nothing
left
for
the
people
here
to
hide
The
country
is
on
sale,
hear
the
auction
cry
Everything
we
own
is
passing,
say
goodbye
They
sold
the
spirit,
they
traded
off
the
name
And
left
the
people
dancing
in
a
losing
game
The
country
is
on
sale,
hear
the
auction
cry
They
sold
the
resources,
the
minerals
and
ground
The
servants
ate
the
harvest,
silenced
every
sound
In
the
hands
of
the
people,
only
empty
bowls
remain
While
they
wash
their
hands
in
the
pouring
acid
rain
If
you’
re
still
breathing,
look
deep
inside
your
soul
Search
for
the
conscience,
take
back
the
control
Step
up,
merchant,
open
your
safe
wide
Your
shadow
is
growing
on
the
other
side
The
country
is
on
sale,
hear
the
auction
cry
Everything
we
own
is
passing,
say
goodbye
They
sold
the
spirit,
they
traded
off
the
name
And
left
the
people
dancing
in
a
losing
game
The
country
is
on
sale,
hear
the
auction
cry
Bids
are
flying
high,
honor
has
a
price
tag
now
Even
the
heavens
are
kneeling
to
the
vow
Those
who
were
once
worth
nothing,
now
they
hold
the
gold
Buying
up
the
pieces
of
the
stories
we
were
told
It’
s
a
hollow
marketplace,
a
transactional
despair
But
can
you
feel
the
tension
hanging
in
the
air?
Don’
t
be
a
stranger
to
the
history
you
write
We
are
the
fire
that
burns
against
the
night
The
auctioneer
is
tired,
his
voice
is
getting
thin
It’
s
time
for
the
people
to
let
the
truth
begin
Step
up,
merchant,
the
doors
are
closing
fast
Nothing
that
is
stolen
is
ever
meant
to
last
We
are
the
owners,
we
hold
the
master
key
We
are
the
keepers
of
the
land
that
wants
to
be
free
The
country
is
on
sale,
hear
the
auction
cry
Everything
we
own
is
passing,
say
goodbye
They
sold
the
spirit,
they
traded
off
the
name
And
left
the
people
dancing
in
a
losing
game
The
country
is
on
sale,
hear
the
auction
cry
Step
up,
merchant...
open
the
safe.
It’
s
all
on
sale,
but
it
isn’
t
yours
to
keep.
Time
to
wake
up
from
the
sleep.
Yeah,
keep
the
change. (
Fade
out
with
rhythmic
acoustic
pulse)