Socialism makes sense, think about it

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Hello-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh~ The earth mother, the giver, the soil tiller Break back digger, graves get bigger Buryin' hope, dreams of millionaire dinners "God, I earned it - I ain't no sinner" Fatter, dumber, and happier, (yeah)  Than all the usurpers who came here, (ugh) Took the land, the job's not near Sit, complain, and drink my beer Build that wall, give into fear Xenophobia when aliens appear Probes on the cross, sins belie fеar Follow Jesus? Well Jes`u`s diеd here Kill 'em all, with all-American gear (ya hear?) [Verse 2] Late stage, forget capital gains These taxes pay for capitol airplanes Of corporate shills, playing at money games With our lives, our freedoms, our labor, defeated Hope's been beaten,  Ignorance rules Integrity drools  Logic is no tool When lies and fools Rule the schools Write the news Feed the mules Fight the noose But, guns are cool Money is good And I'm a prude [Chorus] So, "Get with the program Love is a wasteland The only thing that matters is Cars & Ray-Bans All I need's A wig and a spray tan Small loan from daddy Steal the election (steal the election) [Verse 3] Cuz, money is good,  Money is power Need it to live The pigs, the sheep  They all devour My value, my sense Goodbye innocence I'm fly in a sense Cuz Gucci, not charity Fills my inner-sense Of self-worth Fills the dearth Fuckin' expensive shirt Material not work Valued-less-than dirt I wear my heart on my sleeve Not where I live on the earth Don't mean to be curt But tags can't tell my worth [Chorus] "Get with the program Love is a wasteland The only thing that matters is Cars & Ray-Bans All I need's A wig and a spray tan Small loan from daddy Steal the election" "Get with the program Love is a wasteland The only thing that matters is Cars & Ray-Bans All I need's A wig and a spray tan Small loan from daddy Steal the election" (steal the election) (steal the election) [Verse 4] Exploit the fruits of our -labor Machines are gonna replace -her Even him, should be a good thing But output valued more than human Product valued more than the grin Of happy children just playing Instead work, throw shoe in bin Instead sew, burn down, and then Money gone, and poverty is sin Welcome to America you fuckin' heathen (I said) Welcome to America you fuckin' heathen Welcome to America motherfucking heathen