When the men in suits
Start to call the shots
That's when all the freaks are drowned
In cold hard cash
When systems coalesce
Against the people who
Those systems are designed for
That means the dollars run too deep
Those greedy motherfuckers
Cash is a zero sum game
They've gotten sick in the head
Now they can't get enough bread
You greedy motherfuckers
Hang on tight to your cheddar
It's worth more than the lives
Of the people working overtime
For that sweet sweet dime
Doing pantomime
Of a life in line
When the human mind
Gets twisted by the paper
Priorities jiggle loose
And human life's no more sacred than a pile of green
Those who stand up
Talking like prophets
They're propped up on that shtick
By the men whose minds are sick
Those greedy motherfuckers
Cash is a zero sum game
They've gotten sick in the head
Now they can't get enough bread
You greedy motherfuckers
Hang on tight to your cheddar
It must be sweet as slime
To guarantee that your crimes
Won't be denied
By the power tribe
Such an easy bribe see
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
