... and We Thought That Nation-States Were a Bad Idea

歌詞

Publicly subsidized, privately profitable That's the anthem of the upper-tier, puppeteer untouchable Focus a moment, nod in approval Bury our heads back in the bar-codes of these neo-colonials While our former nemesis (ah, the romance!), the nation-state Now plays fund-raiser for a new brand of power-concentrate Try again, but now we're confused What is class war, is this class war? Yes, this is class war And I'm just a kid, I can't believe that I gotta worry about this kind of shit What a stupid world Yeah, this is just beautiful, no regard for principle What a stupid world We're born, hired, disposed Where that job lands, everybody knows You can tell by the smile on the CEO The environmental restraints are about to go You can bet laws will be set To ensure the benefit Of unrestricted labor laws Kept in place by displaced government death squads They own us, they own us Produce us, consume us They own us, they own us Produce us, consume us Can you fucking believe this? What a stupid world Fuck this bullshit display of class loyalties The media and our leaders wrap it up in a flag, shit rag, hooray!