Lyrics

I heard you said that girls like me are better off red But you know what the say, the free market closes at the end of the day Well I always thought it's not what you're given, it's what you got The status quo, it's killing me You want to see the lower class bleed But I gotta believe there's a problem with the system now Where most of us have nothing We'll keep the two-thirds you allow Check to check with half of that to pay my rent Send the rest to interest on my growing debt I know what I'm worth and it can't be measured by the place of my birth The status quo it's killing me You get your gun, you upper class blood I believe there's a problem with the system now Where most of us have nothing We'll keep the two-thirds that you allow There's a problem with the system now Where most of us have nothing We'll keep the two-thirds that you allow