Lowest Of The Low
Lowest Of The Low - Eating The Rich lyrics
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My best friend's got a great career She answers phones for seven dollars an hour And every 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 We're 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 But even Jesus Christ might've dined and dashed The last supper... what a bad holy host A bread breakin' sinner And every power lunch has a Gold-Card lining I feel like the Karl Marx of dining A brisk run from the cops can 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'