Lyrics

My conservative, reactionary friend The end don't justify the means, you understand You take the butter from the table, buy a gun You think the status quo will be there when you're done You buy the missile, buy the laser, buy the tank Evict the widow, put the money in the bank You do it all in the name of economics Maximize Profitize Exploitation Take what you want, leave the rest behind Well, it's just industrial lies Hidden behind your eye It's just industrial lies Hidden behind your eye