Keep your mouth shut, you poor bastards
I'm sending you a treat
I'm reeling out my fishing line
With nothing on the hook to eat
So if you keep your mouth shut
You'll only starve to death
But if you insist on complaining
I'll hook your mouth, you pests
If brutality is to power what poverty is to greed
One must use the other in order to succeed
And when I think that I've succeeded
I know there's more in store
I'll rob you of your dignity
To make sure that I have more