You might be a financial wizard, with a sack of loot
But all I see is a slimy lizard, with an expensive suit
Go on and run your corporation, go on and kiss some ass,
You can buy up half the nation, but you can't buy class,
You bastards think it's funny, living and stealing all you life,
Think all there is, is money, got your future wrapped up tight
Just 'Cos You Got The Power, that don't mean you got the right
You can take fingers, buddy, you can take my eyes,
You can take my past and future, it won't make you wise,
You can have me thrown in jail, you can steal my booze,
You can even steal my mail, step on my blue suede shoes,
You bastards might be clever, got it mapped out in black and white,
But remember you can never, get a dog to stand upright,
Just 'Cos You Got The Power, that don't mean you got the right
Go on out and make another deal, feed your big fat face,
Go on out and cop the feel, get on somebody's case,
You surely could be satisfied, if you could get it all
But time ain't on your side, you're going to the wall,
You think that life's just dollars, won with greed and lust and spite
But I wasn't born to follow, like to get me sleep at night,
Just 'Cos You Got The Power, that don't mean you got the right
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