You might be a financial wizard,
With a sack of loot,
All I see is a slimy lizard,
With an expensive suit,
Go on and run your corporation,
Go and kiss some ass,
You might buy half of the nation,
But you can't buy class.
You bastards think it's funny,
Lyin' and thieving all your life,
Think all there is money,
Got your future strapped up tight,
Just 'cos you got the power,
That don't mean you got the right.
Just 'cos you got the power,
That don't mean you got the right.
You can take my fingers babe,
You can take my eyes,
You can take my past and future,
It won't make you wise,
You can have me thrown in jail,
You can steal my booze,
You can even read my mail,
Step on my blue suede shoes.
You bastards must be clever,
Got it mapped out in black and white,
But don't forget you'll never,
Get a dog to walk upright,
JJust 'cos you got the power,
That don't mean you got the right.
Just 'cos you got the power,
That don't mean you got the right.
Just 'cos you got the power,
That don't mean you got the right. |
