To them we're paper, numbers in a profit margin we fill their pockets & keep their bank accounts enlargin' no one controls them, they're on the inside of a structure built on bribes elitest inner-circle holding decisive power over a nation more corrupt by the hour money hungry business man, he's got a big plan he's making party donations
because one hand washes the other it's safer to be on the side of big brother and we all know it's wrong so here's another f** you song the wealthy ruling cla**, they keep us occupied they fill our heads with promises, but we know they're lies to them it's a game, and we will always lose 'cause they keep changing the rules.