The Company Dime (lyrics)

They found a cure for what you're feeling,
racing thoughts and non-believing;
a way of life to keep the poor from feeling poor--
a drug to keep the masses half-asleep,
and the dealers aren't hustlers on the corners anymore.

They're selling white fences and SUVS
in superstores, and on TV,
you'll never have to wake from the American Dream®.
There's nothing to be scared of long as you can keep your credit up,
overdosing on commodities.
Well I'm not buying!

They found a cure for politicians
'cause around here, everybody's selling something
from a soapbox 'cause no one's demanding truth.
And there's a cure for dissent:
love your neighbor, pay your rent.
While we're out here living tooth for tooth,
yeah try and smile!

X on the dotted line,
pay homage to the shrine of greed,
the supreme clandestine,
a gamble of soul on the company dime.

X on the dotted line,
pay homage to the shrine of greed,
buy yourself another title
and stitch it to your clothes.
Your worth's sewn on your sleeve
for anyone to check the label.
So long to DIY.
If we're gonna burn our cash,
shouldn't there at least be fire
to torch all the suits who're taking
what's mine.