Office Rats in Golden Seats

Yeah. This one goes out to the snakes in the system.

Rats in the walls, suits with no soul. We see you.

Let's go. They take the funds, they buy the land.

They sell us dreams, then change the plan. They shake our

hands, but rob the man. They smile in suits,

but blood they ran. Build the towers, break the trust. They talk of

honor, filled with lust. They ride in jets, leave us in

dust. We speak the truth, expose the rust. B- b- b-