The top taketh their pay
the bottom slaveth away
elderly and young, conjoined as one
to serve the true scum of today
class is a word like love
thrown around like a greasy towel
the upper class without class is still the upper class
the lower class with class still has to kiss ass
there is no middle ground
this air of optimism is all but lost
it's just the ones who are better off
trying to foster some fuel they need to power their true vehicles
not with seats or pedals, but with flesh and blood
they need the ones beneath then not to break down
still they brandish crowns
but with our frowns
we'll shake the fucking ground

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