Come on Go feed your rage, it's all there for free now They killed your hope and good destiny Their cushion chairs and the cold dark lookin' stares Street corner, common seven fear It's all the hate It's all the blame It's all the shame (it's all the same) It's another shakedown Just like the ones we had before It's another breakdown They talk the rich, they talk the poor Just like before We're feeding from the frizzy oak That bears a president haze The view gets kinda dark from where I sit They lick their silver spoons, and they talk right down to you So this will be the last time we get fooled, yeah It's all the hate It's all the blame It's all the shame (it's all the game) The game It's another shakedown Just like the ones we had before It's another breakdown They talk the rich They talk the poor, yeah It's just another shakedown Just like the ones we've seen before Okay, it's just another fucking breakdown They talk the rich (they talk the rich) They talk the poor (they talk the poor) They use the rich (they use the rich) They screw the poor (they screw the poor) Just like before, yeah Come on! Uh-uh