[Verse 1]
I’m sick and tired
Of the rat race, fast pace, crap tables and shallow bets
Russian roulettes, bet on black and die with the vets
The great depression is back, out to get more than dollar
The pain is caused, by corporate hordes of white collars
And now the image of earth, is worth a starving ghetto
I see Pinnochio’s nose, on the face of Gepetto
The puppet master of lies, thriving back in D.C
Live at the center of the hive, none is all that it seems
I’m sick and tired of a line of credit breaking our backs
Attack a nation abroad, and just take what you lack
FUCK that. You know it’s sad for the eye on the prism
And we go back to the past, forming a comminuism
Tack the taxes stacked to fat kids backs
And send them out in the streets so we react
It’s a fact… we’re dead on a raft, ready to sail out
Slowly we rot, found face down in a bail out
[Hook]
Put the money in the big black bag and step back
This ain't a time to react to what you used to have
Put your money on the table and bail, or get your change out
I’m taking all that you got and I’ll blow your brains out
[Verse 2]
I paid my dues and maybe I choose
To keep moving in my fucked up shoes and never lose
And baby, the blues could be bringing me down
I’m living life without a bailout plan, look at me now
I’m a soldier, walking the gravel roads up in the heat
Sweating like a beast of burden beneath the cracked street
Six feet could be plenty deep, but please
If you bury me, cover me face down, and kiss the crease
Release truth and cold souls into the youth
When I’m at the core it’s a way to become a lit fuse
I detonate, salivating up at the gills
Every curricular thrill is in the vitamin pills
Slowly released, beneath the sheets, quickly I leave
I lean into the blames, and my people bereave
And you can do what you want with your newest credit start
Collectively we are seeds planted to far apart
[Hook x2]
[Outro]
Come one, come all
Come short, come tall
Come big, come small
Come suck my fucking ball
It's free money time for everybody!