They keep you doped with religion and sex and TV And you think you’re so clever and classless and free But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see

There’s a bailout coming but it’s not for me It’s for all those creeps watching tickers on TV There’s a bailout coming but it’s not for you It’s for all those creeps hiding what they do

There’s a place up ahead and I’m goin’ just as fast as my feet can fly Come away, come away if you’re goin’, leave the sinkin’ ship behind.

All our lives we sweat and save Building for a shallow grave Must be something else we say Somehow to defend this place