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Class War Lyrics
The most well-run casino in the world, capitalism
It's a shoddy set-up for suckers
Enron, Worldcom, Imclone and Tyco (now add Manesman, Parmalat)
Rob, cheat and defraud at will
So let's play war
One two three four!
Class war, it's not my century
Class war, were members of society
Class war, shoot or stab
Class war, it doesn't exist anymore
America's hit by a tsunami of scandals
Politicians where are you now
That this has been exposed
Who's been chartering your private jets
Why isn't there any social security left?
One two three four!
Class war, it's all too obscene
Class war down from the top floor
Class war, it doesn't exist any more
You people who can't afford to eat
Drive your cars 'cause petrol is cheap
For God's sake
Keep blood and guts in the Middle East
You would be a terrorist too
If these atrocities happened to you
One two three four!
Class war, it's not my century
Class war, were members of society
Class war, shoot or stab
Class war, it doesn't exist any more
Where are these terrorists anyway
On Wall Street, the F-B-I and C-I-A?
You are the public enemy number one
If you demand your democracy, your equal rights
Those that fight
One two three four!
Class war, the American dream
Class war, it's all too obscene
Class war, down from the top floor
Class war, it doesn't exist anymore
It's a shoddy set-up for suckers
Enron, Worldcom, Imclone and Tyco (now add Manesman, Parmalat)
Rob, cheat and defraud at will
Class war, it's not my century
Class war, were members of society
Class war, shoot or stab
Class war, it doesn't exist anymore
Politicians where are you now
That this has been exposed
Who's been chartering your private jets
Why isn't there any social security left?
Class war, it's all too obscene
Class war down from the top floor
Class war, it doesn't exist any more
Drive your cars 'cause petrol is cheap
For God's sake
Keep blood and guts in the Middle East
You would be a terrorist too
If these atrocities happened to you
Class war, it's not my century
Class war, were members of society
Class war, shoot or stab
Class war, it doesn't exist any more
On Wall Street, the F-B-I and C-I-A?
You are the public enemy number one
If you demand your democracy, your equal rights
Those that fight
Class war, the American dream
Class war, it's all too obscene
Class war, down from the top floor
Class war, it doesn't exist anymore
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Submitted by
songmeanings On Feb 06, 2012
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