I'm
waking up to ash and dust
I bare my teeth and I sweat my trot
I'm breathing in the adrenaline
I'm making noise, shaping up, then checking out of Manor Farm
This is it, the Rebellion
We’re waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make Mr. Jones blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, at Animal Farm
Whoa, whoa, It’s Animalism, Animalism
Whoa, whoa, it’s Animalism, Animalism
We
raise our flag, and growl low
It's a revolution, I suppose
We'll paint it green to fit right in
Whoa
I'm making noise, shaping up, then checking out of Manor Farm
This is it, the Rebellion
Whoa
We’re waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my comrades blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, at Animal Farm
Whoa, whoa, it’s Animalism, Animalism
Whoa, whoa, it’s Animalism, Animalism
All animals sing, Beasts of England’s tune
Deep from their souls, straight from inside
We’re waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, at Animal Farm
Whoa, whoa, it’s Animalism, Animalism
Whoa, whoa, it’s Animalism, Animalism