The Play's the Thing - Attica! Attica!

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 passionately 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 classic 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