Crank up the Zen
I can't remember when
We weren't sold out again.
No one to blame
Things are the same
I gotta complain
We're sold out again
Pain in my ass
This too shall pass.
Psychic morass
Get off your ass!
Election will come
Same corporate scum
Endless refrain
Sold out again
It's all a charade
We never are paid
Work till you croak
Some kinda joke
People get mad
They know they've been had
But what can you do?
Except play the kazoo
Violence won't work
So elect a jerk
Vote for some bum
Jesus might come.
The Corporatists control
The earth as a whole;
The Anarchists might
Just put up a fight.
You know they are right.
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