Lyrics:

1989!
1989!

The number, another summer (Get down!)
Sound of the funky drummer
Music hittin' your heart 'cause I know you got soul! (Brothers and sisters!)
Listen if you're missin', y'all, swingin' while I'm singin' (Hey!)
Givin' whatcha gettin'
Knowin' what I know and while the Black band's sweatin'
And the rhythm-rhyme rollin'!
Got to give us what we want (Uh!)
Gotta give us what we need (Hey! Haha!)
Our freedom of speech is freedom of death
We've got to fight the powers that be!

Fight the power!
Fight the power!
Fight the power!
Fight the power!
Fight the power!
Fight the power!
Fight the power!
We gotta fight the powers that be!


As the rhythm's designed to bounce, what counts is that the
Rhyme's designed to fill your mind, now that you've
Realized the pride's arrived, we got to
Pump the stuff to make ya tough, from the heart
It's a start, a work of art
To revolutionize, make a change, nothin's strange
People, people! We are the same, no—
We're not the same 'cause we don't know the game
What we need is awareness, we can't get careless!
My beloved, let's get down
To business, mental self-defensive fitness
Bum-rush the show!
You gotta go for what you know!
To make everybody see!
In order to fight the powers that be!

Fight the power!
Fight the power!
Fight the power!
Fight the power!
Fight the power!
Fight the power!
Fight the power!
We gotta fight the powers that be!

We gotta fight the powers that be!
We gotta fight the powers that be!
We gotta fight the powers that be!
We gotta fight the powers that be!
1989!
1989!
1989!
1989!