Pardon Me, Thanks a Lot Lyrics

blood pressure is headed south
servant becomes the master now
the greediest sons of a b**** alive
they came to bleed our city dry
your ashes are dust to us
born to money and f***** it up
the greediest sons of a b**** alive
won't buy us all
backpedaling and preaching
like you're putting out a fire
you practice your pleasantries
while you're draped over the wire:
pardon me, well thanks a lot
we were coming back to life
but brutus couldn't resist the knife
the greediest sons of a b**** alive
shame on us all

but soon we will expose you
for your ignorance and l***
we'll keep our talking dirty
while we drag you through the mud
we'll vilify your slanderings
while you're under the gun
a most hideous thing, denial
pardon me, thanks a lot
thanks a lot