Plastic Yuppies

Corporate Storm Sinister ministers prance upon holy ground They wear blue and gray monkey suits and are bound Gold is found in a new idea Shareholders dream of the CEO's crown Imperialist soldiers search out every money sound Capitalist investors monetarily crush every Red into the ground Poverty stricken socialists stand in a bread line Spending time but no a dime And the storm has come And it will never go away It guides our lives And folds us five A silent storm comes upon this enchanted land A storm, which affects every mouth and hand A storm, which affects every one of this land A Corporate Storm sifting through every grain of sand And to these corporations we are all politically and economically bound And now all life is focused upon the corporations sirens sound.