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This country ain't nothing but a company's dream A couple hundred million workers, that's all that they see Our hands on the tools, money writing the rules From the sweatshop prisons to the cops in the schools
You got the middle class living like it's gonna last Working longer harder hours for less and less cash Got the media spins, Republocrat twins Got the war profiteer-corporate executive grins
You got the heroin running through the veins of the poor Got the ghettos locked down, paying blood for the war You got the cities decay, the dealers to pay And the death squads working for the CIA
You got a million new jobs inside a thousand new jails Outsourcing the unions, profits tipping the scales Got a brainwashed youth, a trumped up truth Got snipers armed with rifles on the factory roof
You got a 30 minute speech full of oohs and aahs Got the cops armed tough out there breaking the laws You got the front row seat, to your own defeat You got the tear gas cannisters filling the street
You got the laws all written for the rich and the white Trick the rest of them fools into the army to fight In a dead end game, each war the same Got a land and a people and a market to claim
You got a woman being raped everywhere that you look In the courts, in the jails, in the schools, in the books Got the TV set, sexisms outlet Got a culture full of men taught to fall for that shit
Yeah and I did too, I'm not blaming you But I'm trying to unlearn what they said was true Yeah and I need help, I'm not afraid to say it It's a subliminal tool, sometimes it's hard to see it
You got a job in an office, you got your own room Got a pen and a paper and a drive to consume Got the suit pressed thin, got the myth that you'll win And the raise to replace true ambition
You gotta move up the ladder at the company's speed Gotta learn to dance quick for the company's greed You gotta justify every step that you can With your eyes closed tight, with your head in the sand
You gotta fight your desires to fight the police You gotta fight your heart and your every belief You gotta trust the leader whatever he says With the flag held high, yeah you're already dead
You already gave up if you take their advice If you play their game, you've paid their price And you're gone, gone, gone, there's no turning back Unless you realize your potential, raise the fist and react
If we look to teach other, and to ourselves And ignore the phony remedies they stock on the shelves We can undermine the greed on which the system depends In hopes to build a new world based on lovers and friends
We gotta build from the bottom what we want at the top We gotta work together if we want this to stop From the thick grassroots to the top of the tree I want peace, justice, and anarchy!
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