Another Fuck You Song

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 fuck you song

the wealthy ruling class, 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.