Another Fuck You Song - Against All Authority

To them we’re paper, numbers in a profit margin.

We fill their pockets &keep

their bank accounts enlargin'.

No one controls them, they’re on the inside of a structure built on bribes.

Elitest inner-circle holding decisive power over a nation more corrupt by the hour.

Money hungry business man, he’s got a big plan.

He’s making party donations because one hand washes the other, it’s safer to be on

the side of big brother and we all know it’s wrong so here’s another fuck you

song.

The wealthy ruling class, they keep us occupied.

They fill our heads with

promises,

but we know they’re lies.

To them it’s a game, and we will always lose 'cause

they

keep changing the rules.