Plastic Yuppies

Corporate StormSinister ministers prance uponholy groundThey wear blue and gray monkey suits and are boundGold is found in a new ideaShareholders dream of the CEO?s crownImperialist soldiers search outevery money soundCapitalist investors monetarily crush every Red into the groundPoverty stricken socialists stand in a bread lineSpending time but no a dimeAnd the storm has comeAnd it will never go awayIt guides our livesAnd folds us fiveA silent storm comes upon thisenchanted landA storm, which affects every mouth and handA storm, which affects every one of this landA Corporate Storm sifting through every grain of sandAnd to these corporations we areall politically and economically boundAnd now all life is focused upon the corporations sirenssound.