Oh, so you think you are so upscale, so goddamn cool, and so pazaz You head into an oaken boardroom to once again feel at your best You talk investments, reremixes, your M&As and PMIs When truth be told you’re fucken clueless A waste of space and fucken waste of time
You walk the planet like you own it and treat the rest like you own them Three years of busy masturbation and you’re a proud MBA The only thing that you are good at is drawing slides and talking crap You don’t know shit about nothing But hey, who fucken cares about that?
Fuck you till you’re sore Drill your every hole Make you scream and moan Corporation of the Whores Slaves to your own greed Dirty little breed Useless human weed Lying Bastards LLC
Stripped of all conscience and pride Bound with cheeks open wide Fucked with a corporate Dildo Iscariot Nothing but fees on you mind Whoring your way to the top Savoring every drop King of the hill In a world make-belief When are you going to stop?
Wake up – you spend your life on empty thrills Own up – your value’s worth is less than nil Step up – or be a pawn in their game Rise up – or they will dance upon your grave …On your grave! ¬¬¬¬¬ You are a slave to your ambitions, an empty shell with shit for brains You talk of steering transformation - why don’t you do some for a change You are kissass and a liar, a sperm misspent, a sad mistake You make me sick and fucken tired And I'll be singing at your fucken’ wake!