Metal for The People

Feeling taken, God do I hate
Pinstriped, black‐tied, corporate minds that hate
All that they see fit to be theirs
Giving nothing except only to their heirs
Disease kills constantly, unseen
The rich pad their pockets, and fulfill their money schemes
Human waste, sucking off the cement
They beg, you see nothing, you’re too innocent.

All that you hold
If you owe, they have sold
Interest indeed
What I see is greed!

I profit off
All that you’ve got
Give it to me!

Others worse, they’ll fuck you with greed
Friendly investment on their minds, embezzling
Foolish suckers, you’re born every day
Use them, confuse them, and then they are kicked away
Rip you off for all that you’re worth
A quick scheme, your dreams are face down in the dirt
Bleeding hearts, they’ve got no conscience for you
Your luck, shit luck, you’re fucked, you’re through

All that you hold
If you owe, they have sold
Interest indeed
What I see is greed!

I profit off
All that you’ve got
Give it to me!

I know I’m not against a quick buck
Profit margin, I’d like to have one myself
But then, some scum, money is all that they want
Immaculate dreamland, for their needs they will rip you off
Give me cash, give me all that you’ve got
Fill my pockets, hand it over, do not conserve
Rich making poor is all I want to be
I profit, embezzle, cold cash for me!

All that you hold
If you owe, they have sold
Interest indeed
What I see is greed!

Sifting my hands, through the color, the money,
(I profit off)
The green I must see, only this is no dream
(All that you’ve got)
I'm no longer the scum on the street… not the bum
(Give it to me!)
That you scrape off your shoes as you turn!