Protest protest, got to get my protest
Little piggy dies and the poor little cows in the houses
Packed in everybody's starvin'
Everybody's dyin' but nobody is wondering
Big shot, cheap shot, everybody's got a shot
Nobody has got a lot 'cept the ones who say they've not
So what, guess what, i got a dream
I got a message and i know what it means

I can only hear myself sing
To hear my own voices going around and round and round and round
Where all of us try to become
Only here to hear myself sing
Do you hear your own voices going around and round and round and round
Where all of us fall into one
Forever changing time

Friction, faction, got a gut reaction
Gotta pick a side, what side are you on?
Don't you know, i'm guilty
Hypocrite, cruelty
I could be a man that cries and cries and cries and tries
When i see the blood and the pain
And the pain and the innocent, the shame, oh the shame, oh
But so what, guess what? i've got a dream
It doesn't matter 'cause i know what it means

I can only hear myself sing
To hear my own voices going around and round and round and round
Where all of us try to become
Only here to hear myself sing
Do you hear your own voices going around and round and round and round
Where all of us fall into one

For every time you think of me
Forever changing time