Divided by race divided by wage
Paranoia and hatred abound
You can't distinguish friends from enemies
Much less who's keeping you down
And we fight eachother over differences
Fueled by ignorance and lies
Accepting all the injustices
That appear in our daily lives
But we'd all fall down
When the rug's pulled out
And it's so hard to get back up
When you don't know what it's about
And it's so easy
For some to be attacked
When they don't have the knowledge
Or the resources to fight back
Workfare won't save the economy
Just degrade for a petty wage
You know that single mothers aren't looking for handouts
Despite what the b******s might say
But they're so quick to go on the attack
And find somebody to blame
Instead of the f*** in a suit
Who's salary all the little sheep pay
And there stands Billy with a
Ballot in his hand
He's read all the papers
With all the issues he don't understand
He ain't got no credit, no references,
No skills to be employed
And he's living every minute
In a world he'd rather destroy
But no money ever trickled down
Into his bank account
And to his knowledge
An upper-class tax cut
Never really helped him out
And it gets hard sometimes
For him to find any sign of hope
And frustration leads him eventually
To accept any scapegoat
Paranoia and hatred abound
You can't distinguish friends from enemies
Much less who's keeping you down
And we fight eachother over differences
Fueled by ignorance and lies
Accepting all the injustices
That appear in our daily lives
But we'd all fall down
When the rug's pulled out
And it's so hard to get back up
When you don't know what it's about
And it's so easy
For some to be attacked
When they don't have the knowledge
Or the resources to fight back
Workfare won't save the economy
Just degrade for a petty wage
You know that single mothers aren't looking for handouts
Despite what the b******s might say
But they're so quick to go on the attack
And find somebody to blame
Instead of the f*** in a suit
Who's salary all the little sheep pay
And there stands Billy with a
Ballot in his hand
He's read all the papers
With all the issues he don't understand
He ain't got no credit, no references,
No skills to be employed
And he's living every minute
In a world he'd rather destroy
But no money ever trickled down
Into his bank account
And to his knowledge
An upper-class tax cut
Never really helped him out
And it gets hard sometimes
For him to find any sign of hope
And frustration leads him eventually
To accept any scapegoat