These pipes are clogged with gold
How much gets made for every livelihood that gets sold
And does it every truly trickle down
Or fall like confetti straight from parade to the ground

Here in the belly of the beast
We have the least to gain from the falling money rain
In the belly of the beast

These streets are steeped in haute couture
The stench of wealth spreads like the stench of ripe manure
It's so easy to get used to the smell
And forget all of those who are living in a living hell

Here in the belly of the beast
We can't forget the reason that we are all prisoners here
In the belly of the beast

But if we sit down where we stand
And peacefully demand
That the beast sit down too
It's the least it could do

We made the nuts and bolts
Now all the we manufacture is the revolts
Until our intelligence is heard
Our will is the way and the way is in every word

Here in the belly of the beast
We have the will of david and goliath in our grip
In the belly of the beast

But if we sit down where we stand
And peacefully demand
That the beast sit down too
It's the least it could do
It's the least we could do


Lyrics submitted by BubblegumApocalypse

Belly of the Beast song meanings
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