Who’s got the right

Who’s got the power to fight

If we ain’t got your back

Who’s in control?

Who’s got the right

Who’s got the power to fight

If we ain’t got your back

Who’s in control?

Welcome to Hollywood

Where religion is a tool

They burnt books in school

Now they make the rules

We got people in the streets

Smoking dust on foils

While we arm our children to the teeth

To battle for oil

Overseas

Mr. President

Please

We’re sick and tired of politicians

Wasting tax money G’s

Instead of funding NASA

Let’s cure disease

Instead of sealing them in jars

In order to leak

To other countries

Biological warfare is psycho

Instead of skipping in the streets

Children cough up their teeth

With pot bellies

Fighting with machetes

Over a factory job

Owned at Wal-Mart

For three pennies an hour

Goddamn

Sweat shop labor was condoned by Uncle Sam

Oh

I’d like to thank you

For nothing at all

I can’t wait

For the system to fall

Its only a matter of time

Before they synchronize the keys

1-2-3

Arms get chopped

As the bombs get dropped

The men in power love gunpowder

And cocaine

Politicians

They’re worse than deacons

Parading little girls and boys

Around on leashes

Pray to God

They don’t get diseases

Turn the other cheek

Or spend eternity burning

Or even worse

Spend a lifetime in a cell

And to the Republic

Burn in hell

Who’s got the right

Who’s got the power to fight

If we ain’t got your back

Who’s in control?

Who’s got the right

Who’s got the power to fight

If we ain’t got your back

Who’s in control?

Welcome to Hollywood

Where religion is a tool

They burnt books in school

Now they make the rules

We got people in the streets

Smoking dust on foils

While we arm our children to the teeth

To battle for oil

Overseas

Mr. President

Please

We’re sick and tired of politicians

Wasting tax money G’s

Instead of funding NASA

Let’s cure disease

Instead of sealing them in jars

In order to leak

To other countries

Biological warfare is psycho

Instead of skipping in the streets

Children cough up their teeth

With pot bellies

Fighting with machetes

Over a factory job

Owned at Wal-Mart

For three pennies an hour

Goddamn

Sweat shop labor was condoned by Uncle Sam

A man of God

Ate a dog of ‘Nam

In ‘67

There’s a church of Satan

Says there is no Heaven

Nowadays

We’re just children in factories sweating

All so Americans can keep on driving Chevy’s

9 to 5

White slave ‘til I die

Eye to eye

With the eye

In the sky

In a suit and tie

Same flies

Different cow pie

Insanity dangles

Dragging this clock

From the ball and chain

Around my ankles

While the rich and famous stare

Drunk in lawn chairs

While I’m pulling out my hair

My boss got a promotion

I got laid off

Because of pay cuts

Who’s got the right

Who’s got the power to fight

If we ain’t got your back

Who’s in control?

Who’s got the right

Who’s got the power to fight

If we ain’t got your back

Who’s in control?

Welcome to Hollywood

Where religion is a tool

They burnt books in school

Now they make the rules

We got people in the streets

Smoking dust on foils

While we arm our children to the teeth

To battle for oil

Overseas

Mr. President

Please

We’re sick and tired of politicians

Wasting tax money G’s

Instead of funding NASA

Let’s cure disease

Instead of sealing them in jars

In order to leak

To other countries

Biological warfare is psycho

Instead of skipping in the streets

Children cough up their teeth

With pot bellies

Fighting with machetes

Over a factory job

Owned at Wal-Mart

For three pennies an hour

Goddamn

Sweat shop labor was condoned by Uncle Sam