Publicly subsidized, privately profitable
That's the anthem of the upper-tier, puppeteer untouchable
Focus a moment, nod in approval
Bury our heads back in the bar-codes of these neo-colonials

While our former nemesis (ah, the romance!), the nation-state
Now plays fund-raiser for a new brand of power-concentrate
Try again, but now we're confused
What is class war, is this class war? Yes, this is class war

And I'm just a kid, I can't believe that I gotta worry about this kind of shit
What a stupid world
Yeah, this is just beautiful, no regard for principle
What a stupid world

We're born, hired, disposed
Where that job lands, everybody knows
You can tell by the smile on the CEO
The environmental restraints are about to go

You can bet laws will be set
To ensure the benefit
Of unrestricted labor laws
Kept in place by displaced government death squads

They own us, they own us
Produce us, consume us
They own us, they own us
Produce us, consume us

Can you fucking believe this?
What a stupid world
Fuck this bullshit display of class loyalties
The media and our leaders wrap it up in a flag, shit rag, hooray

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