Bottom Dollar - Civilian

Bet your bottom dollar

That I’ve been getting offers every day

I’m a coveted slave

They took me to lunch

I talked, they bought it

Then they sold my soul while it slept in the garden to a High-rise

Every step that you take is sequential

When every move you make gets bank rolled

You better believe I was shocked

When I saw this thing was propped up

By fear and its sponsors:

The banks and the law

When I felt a hand take ahold of my face

Yelling «Put all your goddamn' friends in their places

Show them the ropes»

So I took them to lunch

They ate, I bought it

In exchange for their will

And I put them all to work on my High-rise

Where every dream is inconsequential

You should count your blessings we’re taking this over

You’re one of the lucky ones, you know you’ve got it made

An iron fist with a velvet grip is better than a cage

Oddly enough, the lower class

That built this town, that broke their backs

Are getting word they’re going to war

And everyone claps with tears in their eyes

Like we’ve got their backs, good patriots

Yelling «Show them what First World lead does to a mud hut

Lest any man should ever ‘gain mess with us.»

«Back to the East» says the sun to the soldier

As it sets on the West, as to curtsy in respect for his bravery

Because all his dreams are inconsequential

They say it’s anti-American to oppose all our violence

Thus, the pro-life hypocrisy: the talent pool is broke

The things enjoyed by the rich are always built by the poor

You ain’t supporting the troops if you ain’t supporting their war