The hour is upon us, the time is here
downhill mountain bike kicking into gear
tidal surge when the wind blows
hailstones breaking windows
no-one knows exactly what's going down
but it feels like we gonna shake this town
Queen Street still tranquilising
but you can't deny that the river's rising
maybe this is reveille
maybe this is the wake-up call
germinated in 4032
in the shadow of an ever-growing mega mall
all us lonely urban rebels
finally learning to act as a collective
the masses weren't apathetic
they didn't know they had an alternative
but now they see it, and now they igniting
now they believe that this is worth fighting
and now they taste it, and now they won’t waste it
from the roof to the gutter everybody embrace it

We're taking back the power
them bigshots won't control this town no more
this city’s ours
this is our home we’re fighting for

They only call it class war when the poor fight back
they only call it class war when the poor fight back
they only call it class war when the poor fight back
this is love, this is unity, this is the underdog counterattack

This is our home, these our streets
if you want to evict us you can call the police
you put up fences, we tear em down
everyone’s a ringmaster, everyone’s a clown
rebellion contagious, now we all caught it
bubble bubble pop - still can’t afford it
rooftop to rooftop, word now spreading
bet ya in this heat them suits start sweating
homes sitting empty time to get squatting
bust locks when mangoes start rotting
4114 4305
Paint it on the wall, let em know you’re alive
Bearded dragon with paper wing
under the freeway roar, cicada still sings
Subterranean serpent rising to the surface
banks are a circus, your money is worthless

We're taking back the power
them bigshots won't control this town no more
this city’s ours
this is our home we’re fighting for

They only call it class war when the poor fight back
they only call it class war when the poor fight back
they only call it class war when the poor fight back
this is love, this is unity, this is the underdog counterattack

From this date forward, a standard workday will end at 3pm
we’re going home at 3pm
we are all going home at 3pm
From this date forward, a workday will go from 9 in the morning to 3pm
we're going home at 3pm
we are all going home at 3pm

Rattle rattle clang, rattle rattle rattle clang
fifty-hour weeks, time to break them chains
we paint a picture, share it like a virus
prophecise a better future
let that night sky inspire us
I'm sick of rapping about racism
I'm sick of rapping about poverty
I'm sick of rapping bout oppression
I only do it out of necessity

So cut me some slack slack
if I crave a little utopianism
no looking back back
we already got ample supplies of cynicism
optimism is our rocket fuel, now we hitting ignition
5 4 3 2 1 we going boom like nuclear fission
envision this, a whole city waking up and walking out
no more landlords, no more debt, now the streets have learned to shout
everyone gets ice-cream
everyone gets paid
everyone gets a visa
and everyone gets laid

We're taking back the power
them bigshots won't control this town no more
this city’s ours
this is our home we’re fighting for

they only call it class war when the poor fight back
they only call it class war when the poor fight back
they only call it class war when the poor fight back
from the hilltop down to the rivermouth now everyone’s an insomniac

The illusion of powerlessness is a potent sedative
but once shattered, everything is possible
we’re building the new in the hollowed out shell of the old
blockade the coal trains, blockade the banks
cracks in the concrete
we are hungry for change