You come from pride in show In that little town you know You said you wanted more So your mama said let’s go Sarah smiles in denial Sarah, Sarah you got no way to go To the top There's a rich man with a spray tan In a new suit he wants you Thinks you could be great again He’ll broker the deal too If you can abandon your standards and soul He'll buy you a lawyer and chopper you up to the top You run from door to door Until they tell you they want more You sing their stupid song And you smile because it's a chore Privilege, power, darkest hour Vision, malice, a crook, a coward Fashion forward, fucks you over Trap you, abuse you, for a small fee he owns you