We’re not unemployed,
we’re just men of leisure
waiting on a handout
from this gov’t seizure
To make honest men of bankers, we know,
all you needs some guns:
you can hand ‘em over or you can shoot ‘em,
it’s the same either one.
Now we’re broke and we’re angry,
ready to make some enemies,
nothing to say to no one.
If we’re the unwashed masses,
then what’s happened in the D.O.C?
I dunno if it’s blood but I’m damn sure
that no one’s hands are clean
They put their foot in their mouth,
head in sand, and try to run away.
Kid, I ain’t no doctor, but I’m not sure
that it works that way.
Who’s speaking truth to power
till justice flows like water
when they got nothing to say?
The Census came calling
I said ‘Hey man, what’s this all about?’
Said ‘I’m not sure we matter,
so I dunno why we should count.’
Ask any citizen-soldier
how he knows who’s who.
As for truth, the best that you can do
is hope that someone votes like he shoots.
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