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Uncle Sam, for what he did he tries to make up
All the common people, wide eyed, they wake up
Whatever cash they can get they rake up
The father walks to wife who he shakes up
"We gotta work harder, before it's too late"

The troops they sit in the heat and get fat
"Man, this fuckin desert ain't where it's at"
The King of Palestine, he prepares for combat
As the world leaders sit down just to chat
"We gotta take it all, leave none on the plate"

The paper man, he sees the ghost of a child
Who screams at her mother when she acts wild
But the mother says nothing cos she's beguiled
At all the cost that the child has compiled
"You know you can't keep doing that for long!"

The slaves, they wake up in the morn to work
They shuffle past a store and see a helpess clerk
Who listens to the customers who go berserk
But all he did was keep on a stupid smirk
He says "While being a dick you can't go wrong"

The commander-in-chief tries with his might
But we all can tell that he's not doing right
With a mighty sweep of hand he tries to ignite
What was once the majesctic liberty light
"Why can't we all just be the same?!"

The Central Bank hasn't gone out of business just yet
The road maps for your soul come with a cigarette
All the stock brokers soothe you and tell you not fret
But it's a little hard to keep the cool when you're in debt
"Man, we really need somebody else to blame!"