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Forgotten Man's Manifesto
Fiery dawn breaks for the forgotten man,
History dismissed, but no longer can,
A call for change, the masses awaken,
Rusted chains pulled tight, status quo shaken.
Tell me Mr. Rothschild, what’re you gonna do,
When the forgotten men start comin’ for you?
Mr. Rockefeller, what’re you gonna do,
When all forgotten men are huntin’ you?
Generations under a weighted boot.
Masqueradin' as a banker’s shoe.
Suppress freedom and possessions.
Crush dissent, the elite’s obsession.
Contented beggars given pauper means,
Take opiates from intoxicating screens.
Placated minions fed with meager worth,
Still forgotten, to the grave from birth.
Tell me Mr. Rothschild, what’re you gonna do,
If the forgotten men start comin’ for you?
Mr. Rockefeller, what’re you gonna do,
When all forgotten men are huntin’ you?
Forgotten man, the horizon’s comin’ fast.
No time for talk, gotta break from the past.
Exposed in light, it’s time we make them believe,
Men robbed of everything are dangerously free.
Men robbed of everything are dangerously free!
And when we come to the aftermath,
At a banquet of the revolution’s wrath.
Forgotten Men will take their seats,
Across the table from vanquished elites,
2025 Alfred C. Martino, Luke Smith
Music & vocals by Luke Smith
Registered with BMI
#forgottenmansmanifesto #alfredcmartino #lukesmith #songlyrics #songs #lyrics
Fiery dawn breaks for the forgotten man,
History dismissed, but no longer can,
A call for change, the masses awaken,
Rusted chains pulled tight, status quo shaken.
Tell me Mr. Rothschild, what’re you gonna do,
When the forgotten men start comin’ for you?
Mr. Rockefeller, what’re you gonna do,
When all forgotten men are huntin’ you?
Generations under a weighted boot.
Masqueradin' as a banker’s shoe.
Suppress freedom and possessions.
Crush dissent, the elite’s obsession.
Contented beggars given pauper means,
Take opiates from intoxicating screens.
Placated minions fed with meager worth,
Still forgotten, to the grave from birth.
Tell me Mr. Rothschild, what’re you gonna do,
If the forgotten men start comin’ for you?
Mr. Rockefeller, what’re you gonna do,
When all forgotten men are huntin’ you?
Forgotten man, the horizon’s comin’ fast.
No time for talk, gotta break from the past.
Exposed in light, it’s time we make them believe,
Men robbed of everything are dangerously free.
Men robbed of everything are dangerously free!
And when we come to the aftermath,
At a banquet of the revolution’s wrath.
Forgotten Men will take their seats,
Across the table from vanquished elites,
2025 Alfred C. Martino, Luke Smith
Music & vocals by Luke Smith
Registered with BMI
#forgottenmansmanifesto #alfredcmartino #lukesmith #songlyrics #songs #lyrics