Send the rich to the mars
Let the best of you hurt your pride
stop the contradictions it's too late
turn around smell that faith
lost in the city of gates hear the bells.
Falls of diamond rains cover
the city of greed and anguish.
Golden tears and painful dreams
no one eye sees poverty screams.
Take your beliefs your weapons
and your meals on wheels.
They think you are crazy and lazy
and your hard work does not
count or worth of any amount.
It is our time it's now or never
take their yachts golf clubs and
populate their private islands
with real hearts and blue collars.
Take back our stollen dollars
boycott oligarchy tesla cars
build back our smiles and
affordable lives save working class.
Send the rich to the mars.
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