Politics
Or rather parlor tricks
They got us chasin' down
A pile of sticks
Faggots
That's what it used to mean
Now everything we say
Is segregate and mean
They love us to demean
Keep us separated
By country, class
Color, Creed
They got us chasin' greed
Put all the rats in the rat race
Wish 'em all godspeed
Good grief!
There's more war than peace
Feedin' us a plate of grease
Wonderin' why
We all have heart disease
Say God bless
Every time we sneeze
But all they wanna do is
Keep us on our knees
Keep us appeased
With money, clothes, cars and things
Oh! the American dream
Listen as the children scream
"Just ten cents a day this child could feed"
But go ahead and smoke your weed
Drink your liquor
Never sicker
But we have got to have the quick fix sticker
Thicker thighs and wallets too
Go ahead be honest 'bout what they done to you
Parlor shoes
But you still can choose
To be poor and score that brand new noose
New to you
Don't you dare go on and hit that snooze
'Cause you've got lots to do
Lots to proove
Got to cop another brand new pair of shoes
Lots to lose
When they say the banks are closed
What we gonna do?
Where we gonna move?
But they won't care at all
They'll all be comfy on the moon
Or maybe Mars
When the system cracks
It won't matter what kind of car
You chose to drive
Or how many times you could afford to get high
Or how many dimes you gave away
Or how many shots could make you sway
I've got to say
We waste our time and money
On insignificant things
Write catchy little rhymes
About insignificant things
While the world changes rapidly around us all
And we ain't even noticing
It's time for that bird to sing
The pendulum is about to swing
Hardcore to the other side
We put a hole in the ozone
And opened wide
"Say Ah, little girl"
This won't hurt a bit
They laughin' as we chokin' on
That pile of shit
Puddle of spit
And they had us convinced
This was the American Dream
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