Eating The Rich

My best friend's got a great career
She answers phones for seven dollars an hour
Now and then we paint the town red
And eat our way toward a different balance of power

Well, it's our fate and we don't refuse it
It's our plate but we did not choose it

I'm eating the rich now
Yeah, I'm eating the rich now
It's a revolutionary chow-down

Well, I'm a snotty brat with a bad attitude
But I don't believe the world owes me a dinner
Yeah even Jesus Christ might've dined and dashed
The last supper... what a bad holy host
A bread breakin' sinner

Yeah, yea yea yeaa

And every power lunch has a Gold-Card lining
I feel like the Karl Marx of dining

Yeah, I'm Eating the rich now
Yeah, I'm Eating the rich now
It's a revolutionary chow-down

Well, I hate to eat and run

A brisk run from the cops could help your meal digest
I suggest not a dead-end alley
'Cause if they track you down they'll serve you up
Like a criminal de jour... they'll toss you like a salad
So, take your place and stop your bitchin'
The head-chef in the death-row kitchen'

Yeah, I'm eating the rich now
Oh, I'm eating the rich now
It's a revolutionary chow-down
Yeah, I'm eating the rich now
Yeah, I'm eating the rich now
Oh, I'm eating the rich now
It's a revolutionary chow-down
Down down down down
I'm eating the rich now