Bet your bottom dollar
That Iâve been getting offers every day
Iâm a coveted slave
They took me to lunch
I talked, they bought it
Then they sold my soul while it slept in the garden to a High-rise
Every step that you take is sequential
When every move you make gets bank rolled
You better believe I was shocked
When I saw this thing was propped up
By fear and its sponsors:
The banks and the law
When I felt a hand take ahold of my face
Yelling âPut all your goddamnâ friends in their places.
Show them the ropesâ
So I took them to lunch
They ate, I bought it
In exchange for their will
And I put them all to work on my High-rise
Where every dream is inconsequential
You should count your blessings weâre taking this over
Youâre one of the lucky ones, you know youâve got it made
An iron fist with a velvet grip is better than a cage
Oddly enough, the lower class
That built this town, that broke their backs
Are getting word theyâre going to war
And everyone claps with tears in their eyes
Like weâve got their backs, good patriots
Yelling âShow them what First World lead does to a mud hut
Lest any man should ever âgain mess with us.â
âBack to the Eastâ says the sun to the soldier
As it sets on the West, as to curtsy in respect for his bravery
Because all his dreams are inconsequential
They say itâs anti-American to oppose all our violence
Thus, the pro-life hypocrisy: the talent pool is broke
The things enjoyed by the rich are always built by the poor
You ainât supporting the troops if you ainât supporting their war