March of the Billionaires

Get into line
Stop talking back
Meet the new boss
We’ll take what you got
We’ll sell it all back to you
Give up your rights
Your most private thoughts
Don’t make us label you some kind of Luddites
It’s better for us
Therefore it’s better for you
Isn’t this the same old shit they tell you as they march us to the rice fields?
(Yeah!)
Isn’t this the same old shit
A bright and better future for the rubber barons?
Na na na na, na na na na, na na na
Life’s good for the billionaires
Na na na na, na na na na, na na na
Three cheers for the billionaires
Na na na na, na na na na, na na na
Damn it feels good to be a billionaire
Na na na na, na na na na, na na na
Don’t you wish you were a billionaire?
Get into line
Your poverty brings us all progress
Stop talking back
We’re richer and smarter than you
Or risk a body check from Mr. Khrushchev
Under the Gogolplex
Put your head on a pike
We’ll stick it outside the city gates