The bird of freedom has a golden wing
And brotherhood is a commercial thing
All you really need is a guitar
That's all you really need to be a star
The wind of change is on the way
The sound of protest has begun to pay
Tell them about the dream you had last night
How every politician saw the light
Just keep those dollar bills way out of sight
Because a well-fed rebel don't look right
Some rebels are commercial, some are not
Some rebels make a million, some get shot
If a halo isn't worth the risk
Why not settle for a golden disk?
The wind of change is on the way
The sound of protest has begun to pay