The Promise Land

Fat cat break your back
Give us all a heart attack
Dear John money’s gone
Played you for a Ponzi pawn
Mean streets talk is cheap
Everybody dips their beak
Bad debts no regrets
Kick my ass and don’t forget
Peace love and the white hippy dove
Was a long time ago
Rub it in my face
All the rich getting richer
Holster full of mace
On the bitch getting bitchier
No one you can trust
Who will ever take a stand
It’s a world of dot com
And we’re selling out the promise land
Drug wars oily shores
Building to the perfect storm
Eatin’ lead planet’s dead
Shoot yourself right in the head
What about the housing crash
What about the burn and slash
What about the hopes and dreams
Only fools would still believe
It’s not fate and it’s not too late
But it’s getting close
I only wish this rant
Was preaching to the choir
And I’m afraid one man can never
Stop the fire