In the wake of disaster
Fear grows faster
Drool running down
The mouth of our masters
But it's not the people
That we want it to be
A body of stock holders
Demanding more green
The real lawmakers
That make real change
Looking out for the interest's
Of their corporate chains.

Armed with a guitar and a pen
I will expose the sins
And the world can see
The greed of a few cruel men

Sipping on champaign
From the funds from their campaign
The elected officials
Represent the corporate gains
They never feel the pain
Of the people that voted
Another generation of shame
From the rhetoric they toted
Again and again
We see the influence
Corruption is affluent
Can we draw the congruence?
But until the day
We recognize the tent
We're stuck in the camp
Of a few cruel men.