Third Rate - Bullshit

This is bullshit
Bullies standing up there at the pulpit
Always shoving shit down our gullets
Legislation made of lead like bullets
So I'm sick from all this politics
Poison us like foreign operatives
Tryna hurt us and our kids
Cuz they wanna fill their wallets
Since our ballets aren't bids
We just pick who gets paid
By the big businesses

Executives get to eat hundreds of consecutive courses,
Hoarding their fortunes
While hungry orphans who can't afford food transform into corpses

Even the evil
Take pity on these people
The rich can fix it
But nothing is different
It's almost as if
They didn't give a single shit
For the less fortunate

Well just to be fair
It's not that they don't care
Cuz without us
They wouldn't be billionaires

Lobbyists
robbing the impoverished
So guys
Gotta buy guns to survive,
Stickin' up other unfortunate souls
For the one thing of [worth] they own
Their purse and their phone
While CEOs are safe in their gold plated homes,

Watching from above
Blaming the thugs, drugs, and everything other than them

While they're plotting a course to the end
Just cuz they can
There's no one to stop them
Cuz they bought The Man

Written by:
Jack Perras, Nolan Drake, Saide Gerrity

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