| Been searching for a reason | |
| To make us change | |
| You got the whole world listening | |
| But you got nothing to say | |
| And as we gathered in the ashes | |
| Said "fire 'em up boys and let 'em go" | |
| They're making music for the masses | |
| Sliced up real thin for the radio | |
| All that you took for granted | |
| Has been replaced | |
| And now that you're left with nothing | |
| But more of the same | |
| And as we gathered in the ashes | |
| Said "fire 'em up boys and let 'em go" | |
| They're making music for the masses | |
| Sliced up real thin for the radio | |
| Who do you think you are? (Who do you think you are?) | |
| Who do you think you are? (Who do you think you are?) | |
| Who do you think you are? (Who do you think you are?) | |
| We'll be climbing always | |
| We'll be climbing your way | |
| And as we gathered in the ashes | |
| Said "fire 'em up boys and let 'em go" | |
| They're making music for the masses | |
| Sliced up real thin for the radio | |
| And as we gathered in the ashes | |
| Said "fire 'em up boys and let 'em go" | |
| They're making music for the masses | |
| Sliced up real thin for the radio | |
| You all sound the same | |
| With nothing to say |