*wind noises*

C Suite deceased, three to the back and the leg Lead pieces to pierce like needles, eyes to rack up the dead Passing through you like a breeze or maybe vengeance instead It's just a shame you never saw the people pleased when you bled

To kill a Vulture is a population pleaser Anti-advocates for social change in culture are the lames who mourn the geezer There's a premium on petty cost increasers, Best protect your neck, they're showing 3-D reruns just outside the Hilton theaters

Can you feel the terra shakin'? The marchin' of the people most affected by the takin'. Are you bringin' home the bacon? The parchment sewn with seeds you chose to reap before you rake in.

To pull a common thread of decency, The needs of many supersedes the bottom lines of regency, To put it reasonably, Proceed into a retreat, you shouldn't exist without a reason to be

Lets sick the wolves on wallstreet, Little Red Bookin' it never looked so sweet, We tear into the super-PACs to show the world it's a pigsty It's my opinion currently they want us to all die

Yeah, well fat fuckin' chance, It's apparent to me that everybody's sick of this dance So if you're curious on how to make a politician listen It's a simple mission all ya gotta do is

Now put your hands in the air, If you see the best of us bleeding and you just don't care Yeah, we make a miserable pair, Let em know that time is fleeting now, especially theirs