I wish I had the words
I only got about a third
Of the ones you deserve.
This is our Earth
Not the hero we needed
But the one we succeeded in destroying
A bunch of government corporations enjoying the fruits
Of our labor and dues
Somehow the ones who end up screwed
Pull your weight
Or there's those holy golden gates.
Work makes you free
They preach
Yesteryear or today,
The message still stinks.
You know who doesn't work a bit?
They're up there,
Hoarding our - I mean their chits
Rebel against the man, they say
No no, that one, the other way
The men behind the curtain here
Do you no harm, so do not fear
And quietly they lurk behind
And quietly they tell their lies