Crowd Rising Up in a City

If it's true what they say I'll be on my way But who are they to say What the truth is anyway? 'Cause the ones who tell the lies Are the solemnest to swear And the ones who load the dice Always say the toss is fair And the ones who speak the words Always say it is the last And no answer will be heard To the question no one asks So I'm asking if it's true I’m asking me, and you, and you, and you If it’s true what they say I believe that we are many I believe that they are few And who are the few to tell the many what to do? Hundreds of people rising up