Arise you workers from your slumber
All you wage-slaves, everyone
The revolution comes like thunder
And the age of hypocrisy is done
Turn off their televised illusion
Stand up and look them in the eyes
Declare your mental liberation
Shake off the dust, and claim the prize
Chorus: (2x)
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight, let us face
The Internationale unites the human race
We’ve got something, something to prove
And everything to gain
We’ve got nothing, nothing to lose
Nothing to lose, except our chains
Chorus
We see through their disinformation
Designs to dream us into war
And soon the soldiers in formation
Will break their ranks and fight no more.
And if those thieves think it’s their right
To sacrifice us to their dream
They’ll see we’ve just begun to fight
It’s time to change our world regime
We’ve got something, something to prove
And everything to gain
We’ve got nothing, nothing to lose
Nothing to lose, except our chains
We’ve got something, something to prove
And everything to gain
We’ve got nothing, nothing to lose
Nothing to lose, except our chains
Chorus
Arise you workers from your slumber
All you wage-slaves, everyone
The revolution comes like thunder
And the age of hypocrisy is done
Turn off their televised illusion
Stand up and look them in the eyes
Declare your mental liberation
Shake off the dust, and claim the prize
Chorus: (2x)
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight, let us face
The Internationale unites the human race
We’ve got something, something to prove
And everything to gain
We’ve got nothing, nothing to lose
Nothing to lose, except our chains
Chorus
We see through their disinformation
Designs to dream us into war
And soon the soldiers in formation
Will break their ranks and fight no more.
And if those thieves think it’s their right
To sacrifice us to their dream
They’ll see we’ve just begun to fight
It’s time to change our world regime
We’ve got something, something to prove
And everything to gain
We’ve got nothing, nothing to lose
Nothing to lose, except our chains
We’ve got something, something to prove
And everything to gain
We’ve got nothing, nothing to lose
Nothing to lose, except our chains
This text always will be actual, probably.