Capitalism
Album: A Horse Named Juan
By: Majic Bullets
By: Majic Bullets
Duration
2:33
Genres
Description
Heavy riffs for the heavy topic of Capitalism.
Lyrics
I see the bad man, his ease is a prop and plan She’s got a nice tan He schemes for hours and she takes a lot of showers They live in towers If you drive down to the city then you’ll see Slums and concrete devour the people and haunt the trees Whoever said that those folks down there are free? Their words are empty You know your lessons, you know we have rich professions Don’t give concessions If you steal money and don’t pay for milk and honey Your bank is funny You grab the land and till it with dirt cheap hands You’ve got a name brand You charge a fee, make sure it overwhelms me You’re sitting pretty If you take two billion acres by others blood You will turn it into gold and give back mud Why do we not have any money to pay the rent? Can you see where the money went? (The one percent!)
