I'm the opposite of Kojak, Baby,
'Cause guess who hates your greedy
guts?
You're sitting on your offshore plunder
A miser squirrelling his nuts
You say, “Let them eat cake”
But won't give them the recipe
Cook the books like Morimoto
Fire the staff like kamikaze
You keep your gains all to yourself
And call it social darwinism
You're just a small goose-step away
From embracing facism
No freedom 'til we're Equal
Let me sweeten up that pot
No rest for the 99
'Til we're all haves or have-nots
Your heroes: Carnegie and Rockefeller
Gates and Iacocca
I raise you Bonhoffer, the White Rose
Frank of A, Mother Teresa
You've never gone without a meal
But your soul is starving
You thirst for acceptance
While you crave understanding
You won't need a sleep number
By the time I'm done with you
Your conscience will be clear
You'll breathe so easily, too
No freedom 'til we're Equal
Let me sweeten up that pot
No rest for the 99
'Til we're all haves or have-nots
We'll open fire on your bank accounts
With my trusty old Kalashnikov
Then we'll dance on their warm ashes
Like we were Baryshnikov
It's time for you to earn your keep
You washed your hands like Pilate
Now it's time to get them dirty
So keep that midnight oil lit
Don't thank me, you'd do the same
If you weren't so blind
Now drop that pretence like it was D
Leave your elitism far behind
No freedom 'til we're Equal
Let me sweeten up that pot
No rest for the 99
'Til we're all haves or have-nots
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