From Sidi Bouzid to the World

«Farewell, Mohammed, for we will avenge you.
We will mourn your life today, but tomorrow we will run them through»
The autocrat he rises so high up in his throne
For his ignorance and his decadence his terror he will be shown
You didn’t know that it would cause a chain reaction
How could you have foreseen that you would light the fuse
The little grocer man from Sidi Bouzid up in a smoky haze
His broken heart, a little spark to shake the world and stoke our rage
Farewell to the systems of corruption and tyranny
Donning shackles of our own fear through a filter of the enemy
But now you cannot tell me. No, now I won’t be told
Who I should hate to uphold the state ‘cause now I have grown so bold
You didn’t know that it would cause a chain reaction
How could you have foreseen that you would light the fuse
The little grocer man from Sidi Bouzid gone in a smoky haze
His broken heart, a little spark that could ignite our rage
You didn’t know that it would cause a chain reaction
How could you have foreseen that you would light the fuse
The little grocer man from Sidi Bouzid up in a smoky haze
His broken heart, a little spark that could then ignite our rage