Plastic Yuppies

Corporate Storm Sinister Ministers Prance Upon Holy Ground They Wear Blue And Gray Monkey Suits And Are Bound Gold Is Found In A New Idea Shareholders Dream Of The Ceo'S Crown Imperialist Soldiers Search Out Every Money Sound Capitalist Investors Monetarily Crush Every Red Into The Ground Poverty Stricken Socialists Stand In A Bread Line Spending Time But No A Dime And The Storm Has Come And It Will Never Go Away It Guides Our Lives And Folds Us Five A Silent Storm Comes Upon This Enchanted Land A Storm Which Affects Every Mouth And Hand A Storm Which Affects Every One Of This Land A Corporate Storm Sifting Through Every Grain Of Sand And To These Corporations We Are All Politically And Economically Bound And Now All Life Is Focused Upon The Corporations Sirens Sound.