I've been selling my soul working all day Overtime hours for bullshit pay So I can sit out here and waste life away Drag back home drown troubles It's a damn shame what the world's gotten to For people like me you Wish could just wake up it not be true But is oh Livin' in new world with an old These rich men north of Richmond Lord knows they wanna have total control Wanna know think do And don't think but that 'Cause your dollar ain't shit it's taxed no end wish politicians would look minors on island somewhere we got folks street nothin' eat obese milkin' welfare God if you're five foot three hundred pounds Taxes ought bags fudge rounds Young are putting themselves six feet ground this country does keep kicking them down