what talk of revolution? what kind of change? it's empty for me for the fool's fool the destitute i'm beat'n back or tied down it's empty for me can't see at all and they've got me where they want it's empty for me i'll eat sh** till they heard us off with broken dreams and tired arms its empty for me i won't become some part of your ready your ready made machine you can't log me on to conformity it's empty for me we'll take 'em all the masquerade will fall so i'll eat sh** till they heard us off with broken dreams and tired arms it's empty for me