Suffering For Sale

The tariffs rise, the wages fall

The rich get richer, fuck us all

They blame the poor, they blame the weak

But never the ones who sit on the peak

Inflation's not the fucking problem 

It's the greed they swore to solemn 

They jack the prices, hoard the gold

Tell us to suffer, and do as we're told 

The cops don't serve

The cops don't protect

They guard the banks, they break your neck 

They crush the strikes, they kill the poor

Then they wipe their boots and ask for more

The system thrives on empty hands

On shattered dreams, and desperate men. 

Work until you die, and don't make a sound

They sell you war, they sell you fear 

And keep the truth just out of ear

Freedom ain't free, that's a fucking lie

Just a slogan made for you to comply 

Wake the fuck up, open your eyes

The game is rigged, the winner buys

No gods, no masters, no way to break in

The cards are against your favor

The house always wins.