The rich they speak in whispers
for silence is their power
Silence is our weakness
Babel be the tower
I hear a distant calling
a grumble, first a mumble,
a gathering of conscience
the mischief is in the hall.
Where in the world is our voice?
Where is our voice?

They have no need of voices
all they need is the papers
you will find their thoughts there;
one man owns them all.
You stand up for the people
You'll be put down as fast
Those that once were with you
are right behind you now.
Where in the world is our voice?
Where is our voice?
 no I'm not to blame