Letra de ... and We Thought That Nation-States Were a Bad Idea

"Publicly subsidized! Privately profitable!"
The anthem of the upper-tier, puppeteer untouchable
Focus a moment, nod in approval, bury our heads
In the bar-codes of these neo-Colonials

Our former nemesis, the romance of a nation-state
Now plays fundraiser for a new brand of power-concentrate
Try again but now we're confused, "What is class war?
Is this class war?" Yes, this is class war

And I'm just a kid
I can't believe I have to worry about this kind of shit
What a stupid world!
And it's beautiful, with no regard for principle
What a stupid world!

Born, hired, disposed
Where that job lands, everybody knows
You can tell by the smile on the CEO
Environmental restraints are about to go

You can bet laws will be set
To ensure the benefit
Of unrestricted labor laws
Kept in place by displaced government death squads

They own us (They own us)
They own us (They own us)
Produce us (Produce us)
Consume us (Consume us)

They own us (They own us)
They own us (They own us)
Produce us (Produce us)
Consume us (Consume us)

Can you fucking believe?
What a stupid world

Fuck this bullshit display of class loyalties
The media and our leaders wrap it up in a flag, shit-rag, hooray