Picketline Lyrics

under the heels of the corporations your small world is crashing down
under the laws of the worldwide market nothing is sacred now
the new gods rank us worthless and deny our potential
unemployment as a weapon to make us fight each other
get up!
under the worldwide market
get up!
nothing is sacred now
the billboards proclamate prosperity
the media spreads the philosophy
reproduction of clandestine slavery
"and everyone's a winner, baby!"
your bosses accumulate property while the masses live in poverty
and everyone's a winner, baby!
everyone's a winner baby.
get up!