THEY SACARAFICE THE BLUE COLLAR CHILDREN
THEY TURN THE OTHER CHEEK AND SPIT
THEY COME BLOW SMOKE DOWN IN TO YA OZONE
AND THEY ALWAYS GET AWAY WITH IT
THEY START FIRES CAUSE PAIN MAKES THE MONEY RALLY THY SHEEP AT THE FOOT OF THY THRONE
FEED THE EGO OF THE INTELLECTUAL
KEEP HIM FAT AND SAFE AT HOME
ARE YOU JUST GONNA STAND THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD
WITH YOUR HAND IN YOUR POCKET AND YOUR
GOOD EYE CLOSED
THEY POINT FINGERS AT PHANTOM THEORIES
BREED PARANOIA IN STATE OF THE ART LABORATORIES THEY HAVE HIDDEN AGENDAS
AND SUBLIMINAL MESSAGING
AND SMILING PUPPETS THAT DO THIER BIDDING
THEY HAVE LUSH GREEN GRASSES
AND EXPANSIVE PROPERTIES
PUSH BUTTON CONVINIENCE TO GLOBAL CATASTROPHE ONE HAND ON YOUR WALLET THE OTHER OVER YOUR EYE THEY FLOOD THE FRUITED PLAIN
AND TAX YOU IF YOU DIE
ARE YOU JUST GONNA STAND THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD
WITH YOUR HAND IN YOUR POCKET AND YOUR
GOOD EYE CLOSED
