Well it takes and it takes
Until all the world is crumbling
In the age of the roach
You're an ant that's marching, stumbling
Well I think I'd know better than that
'Cause I know how rich people act
Well I give and I give
Until both my hands are bleeding
And I'd die in a hole
For the feeling that I'm feeding
I can't decide what's better than that
Get sick and die; you're a welcome mat
Well the bombs they were big
And they fell there without warning
And we piled inside
But the night sky looked like morning
Eye for an eye
Eye for an eye; it's coming to that
I know how rich people act
Go!
Any takers?