we were waiting tables in times square when we got the call to play the part of revolutionaries who helped 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 the great revolutions are passionately told on this stage we need no director’s motivation we know quite well the roles that we play
the patrons pay the handsome ticket price without batting an eye and mingle 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 it’s just fantasy
the echoes of the old revolutions 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 there’s two old men heckling me they’re shouting that i sing off-key and the show’s a classic tragedy stage lights it’s 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