Come on, come on, come on, come on (Yeah)nnWhat's up with what's going downnIn every city, in every townnCramping styles is the plannThey've got us in the palms of every handnnWhen we pretend that we're deadnWhen we pretend that we're deadnThey can't hear a word we've saidnWhen we pretend that we're deadnnCome on, come on, come on, come onnCome on, come on, come on, come onnCome on, come on, come on, come onnnWe'll turn the tables with our unitynThey neither moral nor majoritynWake up and the smell the coffeenOr just say no to individualitynnWhen we pretend that we're deadnWhen we pretend that we're deadnThey can't hear a word we've saidnWhen we pretend that we're deadnnCome on, do like I do, okay? Okay!nnUno! Uno! Uno! Uno, dos, tres!nn(Yeah)nn(Come on, come on, come on, come on)nWhen we pretend that we're deadnWhen we pretend that we're deadnThey can't hear a word we've saidnWhen we pretend that we're deadnnWhen we pretend that we're deadnWhen we pretend that we're deadnThey can't hear a word we've saidnWhen we pretend that we're deadn(Come on, come on, come on, come on)