Smasher

Searching for the leaches that will prosper from misery
Hiding in the shadows let the scapegoat take the hit
Dancing to their masters’ will, no sense or no direction
Wanna get my money back, absent satisfaction

(Strike one)
Bite the hand that feeds
(Strike two)
Lies to those you lead
(Strike three)
Profit over prosperity
(Strike out)
Repeat insanity

Pat each other on the back, you got away with murder
Smothering the cries for help with your greedy laughter
Little puppet, painted smile
Carved by the hands that steal from the hungry
Take the stage and read the script
Smile for the camera, obey the whip