March of the Billionaires - Cracker

Get into line

Stop talking back

Meet the new boss

We’ll take what you got

We’ll sell it all back to you

Give up your rights

Your most private thoughts

Don’t make us label you some kind of Luddites

It’s better for us

Therefore it’s better for you

Isn’t this the same old shit they tell you as they march us to the rice fields?

(Yeah!)

Isn’t this the same old shit

A bright and better future for the rubber barons?

Na na na na, na na na na, na na na

Life’s good for the billionaires

Na na na na, na na na na, na na na

Three cheers for the billionaires

Na na na na, na na na na, na na na

Damn it feels good to be a billionaire

Na na na na, na na na na, na na na

Don’t you wish you were a billionaire?

Get into line

Your poverty brings us all progress

Stop talking back

We’re richer and smarter than you

Or risk a body check from Mr.

Khrushchev

Under the Gogolplex

Put your head on a pike

We’ll stick it outside the city gates