Another Fuck You Song

To them we're paper, numbers in a profit margin. We fill their pockets & keep their bank accounts enlargin'. No one controls them, they're on the inside of a structure built on bribes. Elitest inner-circle holding decisive power over a nation more corrupt by the hour. Money hungry business man, he's got a big plan. He's making party donations because one hand washes the other, it's safer to be on but we know they're lies. To them it's a game, and we will always lose 'cause they The wealthy ruling cla*s, they keep us occupied. They fill our heads with promises, keep changing the rulesthe side of big brother and we all know it's wrong so here's another f**k you song.