Dollars and Sense

Capitalism is now an art.
Corporate thieves mold and design your heart.
Conform to the perfect fit.
Gargle an MTV hit.
We fall to all fours just to scrape up a couple dimes
To feed our kids and pay the credit on time.
Yes we shine the shoes of scam artists' feet
So they can prance over us as we lay facedown on wall street-
Starring high at the burning skies and wishing upon stars
That we could be like them, and that their lives were ours.
Over intercoms and billboards and cheap tv sets
They tell us how to live and we settle for what we get.
Poverty is a life style, and class is deserved.
Luck is rationed by a greedy hand.
Oh what if that luck swerved?
We press our ears against the floorboards
The murderd cultures have been hidden under industrial tile.
Let's mass together and resurrect the lies.
Gardens are replaced by cement.
Forests are now dead paths of pavement.
This is how the story goes.
Our idols are imposed.
And it all makes perfect cents...