The son of families of millionaires is representing the masses

I thought that most people I know are broke

Taxation by representation tell me all about it huh

How does this whole damn trickle down thing work



Don't blame me your sins are on your head

I won't be accused I'm a product of my times

I've left your future behind

Let's talk about hypocrisy

you supercillous son of a bitch

You want to talk about the mess I've made

Well you better check under your bed

The war on drugs the war on crime

the war on poverty the war on peace

It's seems to me we're only fighting ourselves

Since when did we become the enemy



Don't blame me your sins are on your head

I won't be accused I'm a product of my times

I've left your future behind



Sit back in your easy chair and lecture me on how it was

You make it sound like the world went to hell exactly on the day I was born

Open your eyes open your mind and look at thing the way that they are

Stop looking at the world through a prism of delusional thought