Flush, Flush, Flush
Here is the story of how our lives are run.
We’ve got no power, all we have is guns.
We all wait here trying,
while our Leaders feast on the Hill.
If their lies do not get you, cell phone targeting will.
They’re controlling our eyes.
They’re controlling our ears.
They’re taking our money
And they’re imbibing in our fears.
Some are going on strike.
Some are sweeping it clean.
Some complain and do nothing
about corporation schemes.
Flush, flush, flush 1/3 of your check.
Flush, flush. flush, it’s all making me a wreck.
Flush, flush, flush the current Hate Cartel.
Flush, flush, flush or we all die and go to hell.
What can we do?
Who can we blame?
For driving out our trust and
driving us insane.
The bowl keeps filling, soon to overflow.
And up to government standards we are the last to know.
We are the last to know.
We are the last to know.
We are the last to know.