N30

To steal without lifting a finger
It's quietly kept
The real terrorist
By way of the West
(One by one by one by one)
One hundred thousand starved
Their eyes glazed, stare westward

See something want it
Put a figure on it

Abandoned for triple the profit
Longer for less
Imperialist by way of the West (one by one by one by one)
One thousand jobs lost
Greed so profound
Crimes of gold

Deep want for everything
Exactly what does wealth bring
A class filled with resent
One wrench can break the machine
Stripped clean and torn down
Tired of kneeling
The tide is rising

Now fed these lies so long
The mind craves to believe them
(One by one by one by one)
One blatant myth king
Controls pawn

Deep want for everything
Exactly what does wealth bring
A class filled with resent
One wrench can break the machine
Output could slow down
Tired of kneeling
The tide is rising

Now remember who works the land
Gloves on hands
It seems they have been forgotten
From Jaurez and through the Panhandle
It takes one wrench
To leave you crippled