Get Ready
Get ready
Maybe we should arm the homeless
give them all staves and stones
they could take over our mansions
walk right in and say, "I am home"
the gated communities will not help us
and there'll be no place to hide
from the numbers that are piling up
and they're piling up just outside
it's just a matter of time
just a matter of time
before we witness that late night horror
a real life zombie fight
I'm afraid if we don't put'm back to work
we're all going to die
total chaos and anarchy
the result of our nations financial suicide
rape the poor
rape the poor
let's amortize their homes
rape the poor
rape the poor
their to stupid to know
let's tell them to go to school
we'll make a killing on the loans
we'll set up meat grinders and give them A's
and when they get out and start to complain
that they can't find a job
we'll just change the name
learn the golden rule
don't you love success
do unto others and why have slaves
when you can offer them so much less
give them enough to buy a tv
so we can tell them we're the best
we'll run like hell towards destruction
then reward ourselves after the crash
then we'll point our finger at God
and blame him for the mess
who is serving who
get to work so we can waste your tax
rape the poor
rape the poor
they are the new middle class
tell them they live in the land of the free
then choke them to death
after all we have our needs
and we've sold them out already
we off set our losses
by putting our faith in foreign currencies
maybe we should arm the homeless
give them staves and stones
maybe they could put us out of our misery
by tearing the flesh from our bones
don't you want to be like them
alive in debt and burried
come on it's almost time
everybody get ready
Copyright © Mark Beal | Year Posted 2009
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