alas, we broke the lease, built an empire of peace,
the so-called poor reclaimed its net worth
for a joke, cast your vote, roll your paycheck up and smoke,
flyin' high, it's the greatest blow on earth
there's no more The Man, there's no master, no plan,
just a great and powerful ooze to keep us numb
the yellow brick trick, chasin' wicked broomsticks,
you get the finger, Mr Fed, not the thumb
we've been had, we've been took, iconic words, "i'm not a crook",
ironic verbs you give, and, they take
we have no more control when our eyes are wide closed,
sound the alarm, so we can all fall awake
you've got it, so use it, play that sh*t, like rap music,
and let it spread like wings in the grand scheme
the hands of time do not exist, if they insist, we must resist
another tall tale of boogeymen, in your dreams
scarred, spangled & battered, a fight for private matters
you're not so tough, now, without all your sheep
PC, drone home, i'm at the last pay phone,
hello, goodbye, beamed into the deep
alas, we broke the lease, built an empire of peace,
the so-called poor reclaimed its net worth
for a joke, cast your vote, roll your paycheck up and smoke,flyin' high, it's the greatest blow on earth.
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