Poor You

[Verse 1]
Shut your TV off and burn the New York Times
We're living in Revelation Bask in a manufactured sunshine
It’s all a game until people get hurt
Until a man with a bomb and a bag is up in your church
So you got guns to your back with your dick in the dirt
You're zip tied on your knees, your head wrapped in a shirt
It's never been a better time to declare it a red alert
The system of color we’re using ain't never gonna work
We can't afford to pay for schools, there's a reason for that
Driving Humvees, why the fuck don't you lead the attack?
If you're working for the army, then it's cheaper on gasoline
At least the upper class appreciates decreasing attacks
And the relationship of corporations seems to relax
So real life is the evil life behind the Patriot Act
The whole topic only serves to stimulate my cardiac
Before the bomb drops, show me where the motherfucking party's at

[Chorus]
You think the problems are bad?
You don’t got an army shooting their gun at your kids, fucking with the way that you live
Think your problems are bad?
You ain’t getting sent home in a body bag to your mom and dad
You think your problems are bad?
You don't got an army shooting their gun at your kids, fucking with the way that you live
Think your problems are bad?
You ain’t getting sent home to your mom and dad draped in the American flag

[Verse 2]
And you're a casualty of war, if you depress the poor
Whether repressed or slept on, your rights are getting stepped on
No man made band aid for damn sake you can't wait
Drink the liberty lifting gas and now you torch the fan blades
It's best not to let the bad deeds go untreated
Or the wounds that you can’t see, or worse than ones that bleed
Here's your chance, take a stand before it gets to be late
Before the nation's overtaken by your new police state
The man in charge showing off like he's sitting on the handlebar
Acting like he's hard without a single fucking battle scar
I got a new use for the second amendment
We'll use it against him while they up in executive session

[Bridge]
It goes money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes
The first two's the only thing that motivates these assholes
X4

[Chorus]
You think the problems are bad?
You don't got an army shooting their gun at your kids, fucking with the way that you live
Think your problems are bad?
You ain't getting sent home in a body bag to your mom and dad
You think your problems are bad?
You don't got an army shooting their gun at your kids, fucking with the way that you live
Think your problems are bad?
You ain't getting sent home to your mom and dad draped in the American flag

[Verse 3]
And the media's supposed to be a watchdog, but now it's a pet
Never bite the hand that feeds it, it's a government check
And the president is supposed to earn our trust and respect
I never trust that fucking fake ass Vietnam vet
I fought more in my life and never aimed a gun at a person
I battle poverty, it only seems the worst
I'ma bring you up to speed on events that's current
They'd rather give you broadband than some health insurance
Social Security is more like a long-term lottery
I don't think I'll live that long with the economy taking the front burner over the moral of honesty
Horrible harmony coming from the throats of the masses
Take the blinders off your high horse, we're kicking our own ass
We need to come together, break free from the past
If we don't look where we're going, then we're certain to crash
It's your m16 and a camouflage party hat

[Chorus]
You think the problems are bad?
You don't got an army shooting their gun at your kids, fucking with the way that you live
Think your problems are bad?
You ain't getting sent home in a body bag to your mom and dad
You think your problems are bad?
You don't got an army shooting their gun at your kids, fucking with the way that you live
Think your problems are bad?
You ain't getting sent home to your mom and dad draped in the American flag

[Outro]
It goes money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes
The first two's the only thing that motivates these assholes
X4

Man, fuck this shit
Fucking bullshit

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