Come on
Go feed your rage, it's all there for free now
They killed your hope and good destiny
Their cushion chairs and the cold dark lookin' stares
Street corner, common seven fear
It's all the hate
It's all the blame
It's all the shame (it's all the same)
It's another shakedown
Just like the ones we had before
It's another breakdown
They talk the rich, they talk the poor
Just like before
We're feeding from the frizzy oak
That bears a president haze
The view gets kinda dark from where I sit
They lick their silver spoons, and they talk right down to you
So this will be the last time we get fooled, yeah
It's all the hate
It's all the blame
It's all the shame (it's all the game)
The game
It's another shakedown
Just like the ones we had before
It's another breakdown
They talk the rich
They talk the poor, yeah
It's just another shakedown
Just like the ones we've seen before
Okay, it's just another fucking breakdown
They talk the rich (they talk the rich)
They talk the poor (they talk the poor)
They use the rich (they use the rich)
They screw the poor (they screw the poor)
Just like before, yeah
Come on!
Uh-uh
