Feeling Taken, God Do I Hate.
Pinstripped, Blacktied, Corporate Minds
All That They See Fit To Be Theirs.
Giving Nothing Except Only To Their Heirs.
Desease Kills Constantly Unseen.
The Rich Pad Their Pockets, And Fulfill Their
Human Waste, Sucking Off The Cement
They Beg, You See Nothing, You're Too
If You Owe, They Have Sold.
Others Worse, They'll Fuck You With Greed.
Friendly Investment, On Their Minds
Foolish Suckers, You're Born Every Day.
Use Them, Confuse Them, And Then They Are
Rip You Off For All That You're Worth.
A Quick Scheme Your Dreams Are Face Down In
Bleeding Hearts, They've Got No Conscience
You Luck, Shit Luck, You're Fucked,
If You Owe, They Have Sold.
I Know I'm Not Against A Quick Buck.
Profit Margin, I'd Like To Have One Myself,
But Then, Some Scum, Money Is All That
Immaculate Dreamland, For Their Needs They
Give Me Cash, Give Me All That You've Got
Fill My Pockets, Hand It Over, Do Not Conserve.
Rich Making Poor Is All I Want To Be.
I Profit, Embezzle, Cold Cash For Me.
If You Owe, They Have Sold.
Sifting My Hands, Through The Color, The Money,
The Green I Must See, Only This Is No Dream.
I'm No Longer The Scum On The Street Not The Bum
That You Scrape Off Your Shoes As You Turn.