The times of change

I can hear the sound of revolution hitting the street
And I'm matching the sound of my beat
To the pounding of feet;
Heading towards the elite: 
Ready to flip the pyramid from it's base to it's peak. 
It's our turn to speak, 
And we're gonna squark and sing like a giant bird from it's beak
We're singing "look out, look out, we're coming" 
You hear the sound in the distance like a small choir humming,
"Look out, look out" while your stock exchanging, 
A choir of Dylan's will bring the times of change in, 
The tides are changing, 
We're re arranging,
Just turn the page
Dispel the rage
And all the caged birds sing 
"Look out, look out, we're coming"
You should be running, 
We'll burn your money like it's nothing and we'll let the rough in
We'll end the suffering
Let a new time begin: 
The time of the skanker not the banker
And everybody sing, everybody sing 
"Look out, look out, we're coming!"