December 2002
When I make my decisions
And I block out the visions
Of the world that they
Want me to imagine
When I spend all my dough
That won't keen me warm
Or fill my belly. Though
If I resist and desist
They insist that I'm wrong
And that's why I sing this song, song, song
They sit in their offices
Screwing our orifices
Thinking that they
Won't be the ones who pay
But their kids will drink pig swill
And we will watch them kill
Poor people for water
When what they really oughta
Know, it's the planet that matters