Early Morning Feels Like Revolution

We're losing our sons and daughters They've become posters of martyrs I can't imagine how I could accept it So I'm shouting "Down with the Tyrant" When will it end Will it end Look where all our money went the sun ascends Early morning feels like revolution We find a boxing ring in your retreat Golden taps, fine silk chandelier and marble We find your big screen tv Where you'll watch your own downfall When will it end Will it end Look where all our money went the sun ascends Early morning feels like revolution Then you called your pawns And bullet riddled truce But we are throwing you off your throne We won't rest until you're gone When will it end Will it end Look where all our money went Oh, When will it end Will it end Look where all our money went The sun ascends Early morning feels like revolution Early morning feels like revolution Early morning feels like revolution