This is a song about anger
this is a song about hate
This is a song about injustice
And eatin' crumbs off an empty plate

'cause you know I will
I will see you fall
You see God only helps those who help themselves -
to our paychecks after all

Taxes, sweet taxes
Who knows what the fact is?
His ****'s just bullshit
So forget about the promises

'Cause it's line-ups and dial-ups
and automated tellering
And your phone call
In the end will never mean a thing

So how're ya doin' now?
Ya think you're doin' so well
You turned a deal with the Devil
Now we're all gonna burn in Hell
'Cause in God we trust -
While all our dreams, they gather dust

SOLOS

The hydro keeps goin' up
While your bankbook's goin' down
And now the oil company's gonna castrate your little town

'Cause the pipe that's leadin into your house
Ain't up to regulation
So the good ol' government money-grab
Means financial strangulation

You screw us real good ya know
You screw the middle class hard
We're workin' out little asses off
While you soak in your tub o' lard
You know God only saves the King alone
While we squirm upon our slimy throne