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We know their time is money,
yet we waste it every day.
We always fail to listen,
though we hear the words they say.
They puff up at us in anger,
and their success they always tout.
But they've been consumed by corporate greed
and they'll never hear us out.

Conglomerates and limiteds,
corporations far and wide.
Losing sight of everything,
including what's inside.
Its workers have been zombified,
by working nine to five.
They feel the need to pencil push
as long as they're alive.

I have a gripe with boards and trusts,
and CEOs and bosses.
And I extend this, too, to underlings
who rationalize their losses.
The lonely nights, the dragging days,
the paystub oh so thin.
Playing by the house's rules,
although you never win.

I know that it's intrinsic
for the world to be this way.
But it's sad when many realize
it's being GOOD that never pays.
Embezzlement, white collar crime,
bonuses for the top.
While the working man works for pennies?
This cycle has to stop.

I may come off as preachy,
but it was not my intent.
I only hope to open eyes
to how money is spent.
Don't say that it's the system,
there's hope for all that yet.
It's just the greed of a chosen few,
that keeps is all in debt.

Writers and the media
can still see through the smoke.
The suits upstairs all laugh and grin,
at their most successful joke.
The workers have been blinded,
wrote it off as par for course.
If only they knew that the gents upstairs
put the cart before the horse.

There is one thing that we still have,
the element of shock.
Reporters digging dirt on all
kept under key and lock.
I doubt we'll change things soon,
but we can still strike fear,
when a sputtering suit answers us this:
How much was your bonus this year?

Description
We know their time is money,
yet we waste it every day.
We always fail to listen,
though we hear the words they say.
They puff up at us in anger,
and their success they always tout.
But they've been consumed by corporate greed
and they'll never hear us out.

Conglomerates and limiteds,
corporations far and wide.
Losing sight of everything,
including what's inside.
Its workers have been zombified,
by working nine to five.
They feel the need to pencil push
as long as they're alive.

I have a gripe with boards and trusts,
and CEOs and bosses.
And I extend this, too, to underlings
who rationalize their losses.
The lonely nights, the dragging days,
the paystub oh so thin.
Playing by the house's rules,
although you never win.

I know that it's intrinsic
for the world to be this way.
But it's sad when many realize
it's being GOOD that never pays.
Embezzlement, white collar crime,
bonuses for the top.
While the working man works for pennies?
This cycle has to stop.

I may come off as preachy,
but it was not my intent.
I only hope to open eyes
to how money is spent.
Don't say that it's the system,
there's hope for all that yet.
It's just the greed of a chosen few,
that keeps is all in debt.

Writers and the media
can still see through the smoke.
The suits upstairs all laugh and grin,
at their most successful joke.
The workers have been blinded,
wrote it off as par for course.
If only they knew that the gents upstairs
put the cart before the horse.

There is one thing that we still have,
the element of shock.
Reporters digging dirt on all
kept under key and lock.
I doubt we'll change things soon,
but we can still strike fear,
when a sputtering suit answers us this:
How much was your bonus this year?