Wretches and Kings es la canción número diez de A Thousand Suns. Se liberó virtualmente el 2 de septiembre de 2010. La canción comienza con el apasionado discurso pronunciado por el activista por la Libertad de Expresión, Mario Savio, el 2 de diciembre de 1964 en el Sproul Hall, en la Universidad de California en Berkeley. Tiene un estilo Rapcore/Rock Industrial con un notable uso de los sintetizadores y los sonidos electrónicos duros, un rap agresivo de Mike y en el estribillo la voz de Chester haciendo también un Rapcore en un tono muy alto. Se destacan los sonidos electrónicos industriales realizados por Joe.
Lyrics (letra en inglés)
"There's a time, when the operation of the machine becomes so odious.
Makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part,
you can't even passively take part.
And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels,
upon the levers,
upon all the apparatus. And you've got to make it stop!"
To save face, how low can you go?
Talk a lotta game, but yet you don't know.
Static on the wind, makes us all say whoa!
The people up top push the people down low.
Get down, and obey every word.
Steady, get in line if you haven't yet heard.
Wanna take what I got, don't be absurd.
Don't fight the power, nobody gets hurt.
If you haven't heard yet, then I'm lettin' you know
There ain't shit we don't run when the guns unload
And no one make a move, unless my people say so
Got everything outta control, now everybody go
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
Feel alone, final blow
We, the animals, take control
Hear us now, clear and true
Wretches and kings, we come for you
So keep face, how slow can you go?
Talk a lotta shit, and yet you don't know.
Fire on the wind, makes you all say whoa!
The people up top and the people down low.
Get down, and I'm runnin' it like that.
The front of the attack is exactly where I'm at.
Somewhere in between the kick and the hi-hat
The pen and the contract, the pitch and the contact
So get with the combat, I'm lettin' them know
There ain't shit you can say to make me back down, no.
So push the button, let the whole thing blow.
Spinning everything outta control, now everybody go.
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
Feel alone, final blow
We, the animals, take control
Hear us now, clear and true
Wretches and kings, we come for you
Still alone, fight our blow
Filthy animals beat down low
Skin and bone, black and blue
No more the sun shall beat down for you
From the front to the back and the side to side
If you feel what I feel, put'em up real high
Front to the back and the side to side
If you feel what I feel, put'em up real high
"There's a time, when the operation of the machine becomes so odious.
Makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part,
you can't even passively take part.
And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels,
upon the levers,
upon all the apparatus. And you've got to make it stop!
And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it,
that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!"
Makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part,
you can't even passively take part.
And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels,
upon the levers,
upon all the apparatus. And you've got to make it stop!"
To save face, how low can you go?
Talk a lotta game, but yet you don't know.
Static on the wind, makes us all say whoa!
The people up top push the people down low.
Get down, and obey every word.
Steady, get in line if you haven't yet heard.
Wanna take what I got, don't be absurd.
Don't fight the power, nobody gets hurt.
If you haven't heard yet, then I'm lettin' you know
There ain't shit we don't run when the guns unload
And no one make a move, unless my people say so
Got everything outta control, now everybody go
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
Feel alone, final blow
We, the animals, take control
Hear us now, clear and true
Wretches and kings, we come for you
So keep face, how slow can you go?
Talk a lotta shit, and yet you don't know.
Fire on the wind, makes you all say whoa!
The people up top and the people down low.
Get down, and I'm runnin' it like that.
The front of the attack is exactly where I'm at.
Somewhere in between the kick and the hi-hat
The pen and the contract, the pitch and the contact
So get with the combat, I'm lettin' them know
There ain't shit you can say to make me back down, no.
So push the button, let the whole thing blow.
Spinning everything outta control, now everybody go.
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
Feel alone, final blow
We, the animals, take control
Hear us now, clear and true
Wretches and kings, we come for you
Still alone, fight our blow
Filthy animals beat down low
Skin and bone, black and blue
No more the sun shall beat down for you
From the front to the back and the side to side
If you feel what I feel, put'em up real high
Front to the back and the side to side
If you feel what I feel, put'em up real high
"There's a time, when the operation of the machine becomes so odious.
Makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part,
you can't even passively take part.
And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels,
upon the levers,
upon all the apparatus. And you've got to make it stop!
And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it,
that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!"
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