I'd like to thank you for the crumbs you've left for me
Looking up from the middle class
Maybe I'll leave a few for the ones poorer than me
Terrified of a lower caste
Terrified of what's below me
While from above you keep me down
Isn't it strange honey?
When you can see but don't believe?
Maybe we're in need of new beliefs
A disgust for what's beneath us
Rather than a race for what's above
The blatantly cruel
Feeling the fool
Keeping 'em busy with two, three jobs a day
So they don't fill the street
My time is money
I won't give them either one
But medicate to help them sleep
Help them stay in our American dream
Terrified of what's below them
While from above we keep 'em down
Isn't it strange honey?
When you can see but don't believe
Maybe we're in need of new beliefs
A disgust for what's beneath us
Rather than a race for what's above
The blatantly cruel
Feeling the fool
I've been elected by the good Lord
He told me who to lock up and who to free
I've been told how the hell to get to heaven
Gotta have a little money or a state ID
I've been elected by the good Lord
He told me who to lock up and who to free
I've been told how the hell to get to heaven
Gotta have a little money or a state ID
Isn't it strange, honey?
When you can see but don't believe
Maybe we're in need of new beliefs
A disgust for what's beneath us
Rather than a race for what's above
The blatantly cruel
Feeling the fool
