The halo of contemporary
stupidity and vice
Outshine anything you'll ever do
As you hand out jobs for mice

If you keep the workers hungry
They'll scurry hard for scraps
Never mind if you don't pay
They'll be too weak to fight you back

Golf is why I came here
And golf is what I do
Golf is a game I'm good at
When you pay they work for you

Rearranging tax accounts
So only other people pay
Is easier when you make the rules
And don't care what people say

You know the rabble's getting paid
To turn up and shout and whine
They don't know why they're there at all
Or who made up those signs

You're really sure that they got paid
'Cause that's the way it's done
Every time you needed a crowd
You promised to pay and run

You say you don't have your ID
I want your birth certificate
You'll never dare to vote against me
Get back to work this instant

And if we mark you "terrorist"
We'll ship you out far and away
Manacled and beaten down
To prisons where we get paid

And now the military men
Are all tightly on my team
I picked out the generals
Who showed their bended knees

And when I call to take you down
You thought you were so free
But if you say a thing that's out of line
You're answering to me

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