we were waiting tables in time's square when we got the call to play the part of revolutionaries who help bring about an empire's fall we've toiled in the service industry so we could be here waiting, waiting in the wings we're counting on these songs to set us free the stories of a great revolution are pa**ionately told on this stage we need no director's motivation we know quite well the roles that we play. the patrons paid a handsome ticket price without batting an eye and mingled towards their seats they do not feel the drama in between the stage and mezzanine they've come for the spectacle of actors dismantling their machines they smile because they know its just fantasy the echoes of the old revolution resound in theaters lining Broadway the suits and gowns give standing ovations can't we unseat them some other way? in the stage left balcony theres two old men heckling me they're shouting that I sing off key and the shows a cla**ic tragedy. stage lights its hard to see that we're still working 42nd street the rumors of a failed revolution are verified when we take the stage we have no time to seek liberation we're happy to merely entertain there's whispers of a new revolution that linger on our lips while we sing.