| I hear rehab's nice | |
| Their sheets are as whote as your white lies | |
| If they can fix my power all over again | |
| They can fix your fiend for greed my friend | |
| My friend | |
| I can feel | |
| I can feel a revolution | |
| I can see | |
| I can see some revolution | |
| I hear exile's infe | |
| We'll walk you out in a hero's line | |
| It's better than the prison that your soul belongs | |
| Sleeping next to children you left alone | |
| Then maybe we can have our world | |
| Maybe we can have our world | |
| I can feel | |
| I can feel a revolution | |
| I can see | |
| I can see some revolution | |
| I can feel | |
| I can feel | |
| I can feel | |
| I can finally feel a revolution | |
| I can see | |
| I can see a revolution | |
| I can feel a revolution | |
| I can see some revolution | |
| I can feel | |
| I can see | |
| I can feel | |
| I can feel a revolution | |
| I can see | |
| I can see some revolution |