sansar ko sudharenge auro ke pol utarenge
sansar ko sudhrenge auro ke pol utarenge
par hum nahi sudhrenge nahi nahi sudhrenge
kabhi hum nahi sudhrenge sansar ko sudharenge
auro ke pol utarenge par hum nahi sudhrenge
nahi nahi sudhrenge kabhi hum nahi sudhrenge

jo sudhre un logo ne kya paya kya paya
de kusur suli pe gaya latkaya kya paya
bholi janta ko khabar nahi
sajjan ki yaha koi kadar nahi
hum kam ki kimat lete hai kehte
hai ke rishwat lete hai

rishwat nahi uphar hai iska hume adhikar hai
ji hum nahi sudhrenge nahi nahi sudhrenge
kabhi hum nahi sudhrenge

din din badhti jati hai mehngai mehngai
lekin tankhwa milti gini ginai o bhai
usme se bhi tax katate hai
ghar sirf lifafa late hai
agar idhar ka maal na udhar ka re
to bolo kaise guzar kare

barso se hai yahi silsila apna to hai yahi faisla
ji hum nahi sudhrenge nahi nahi sudhrenge
kabhi hum nahi sudhrenge sansar ko sudharenge
auro ke pol utarenge sansar ko sudhrenge
auro ke pol utarenge par hum nahi sudhrenge
nahi nahi sudhrenge kabhi hum nahi sudhrenge

We'll mend the world, expose the flaws of all,
We'll mend the world, expose the flaws, yet fall.
But never shall we mend, we'll never rise,
No, never mend, beneath these judging skies.
We'll tear apart their masks, but never change,
We'll never rise, forever rearrange.

What did they gain, those who sought to heal?
What did they find, their righteous wounds reveal?
They faced the cross, a sentence harsh and cold,
The innocent, a story often told.
The simple folk, they know no truth, it seems,
No honor found in virtuous men's dreams.
We charge for work, we claim the price is just,
They whisper bribes, in shadows built of dust.

A gift, not bribe, we claim it as our own,
Yes, we won't change, we'll walk this path alone.
No, we won't change, never will we mend.

Each passing day, the prices climb so high,
While meager pay, a tear within the eye,
And taxes bite, the coffers ever bleed,
Just envelopes, the only harvest, indeed.
If treasures don't flow from right to left,
How can we live, of honest gains bereft?

The same old dance, for ages we have known,
Our final word, on this we stand alone.
Yes, we won't change, no, never will we bend,
We'll mend the world, the cycle will extend.
We'll mend the world, expose the flaws we see,
We'll mend the world, but not ourselves, not we.
No, we won't change, never will we rise,
We'll never mend, beneath these judging skies.