Paroles
Light the match, toss it back
And you better start running
They're making slaves in a daze
Money pays but we're hungry ones
Incorporate then sedate all the lays and the common sons
And they take and they take and they take
Like there's nothing wrong
Oxidate, oxidate, oxidate cause we don't belong
Burn it up
Like a flame
Stuck in a cage, corporate rage
Not the age of the radicals
Higher rates that inflate
All the states and the capitals
They complain of disdain
And refrain from the taxable
Now we're chained to the blame
And the fame of irrationals