Picture on magazine boardroom pop star
Pinstripe prophet of pecker head greed
You say, Trust me with the money, the keys to the universe
Trickle down will give us everything we need
Brand new century private penitentiary
Bank vault Utopia padded for the few
And its tumors for the masses coughing for the masses
Earphones for the masses and they all serve you
Trickle down, give 'em the business
Trickle down, supposed to give us the goods
Cups held put to catch a bit of the bounty
Trickle down everywhere, trickle down blood
What used to pass for education, now looks more like ignoration
Take the peoples money and slip it to the corporation
Yellow rain, golden shower, pesticide, firepower
Summon feudal demons of sweatshop subjugation
Workfare, foul air, homeless beggars everywhere
Picture phone, aristocrats lounge around the pool
Captains of industry smiling beneficently
Leaky hull supertanker ship of fools
Trickle down, give 'em the business
Trickle down, supposed to give us the goods
Cups held put to catch a bit of the bounty
Trickle down everywhere, trickle down blood
Takeover, take down, big buck shakedown
Schoolyard pusher of the anything for profit
First got to privatize then you get to Pyritize
Hooked on avarice, how do we get off it?
Trickle down, give 'em the business
Trickle down, supposed to give us the goods
Cups held put to catch a bit of the bounty
Trickle down everywhere, trickle down blood