the mood of change is high

The opposition leaders

All can sit in jail

Let the make believe stage flow

Let the sleepy heads run naked

Nobody will say

Everyone zips up and stay quiet

Let the satanic frogs have the time

Hopping around in the sea of water

When the acid rain fall

Let the satanic frogs get the pain

From the sky and in the pond

Let them have no shelter to hide

When people power hit the road

The corrupted leaders will run

The drumbeats of roaring change

The power is with the people

The mood of change is high

The ground getting organized

Enough of the double talk

We are all immigrants on this land