i'm not so proud to be forgiven
there is not a sound from the living
well this country is rich this much i've seen
but this country is poor and cruel and mean
the rich get richer poking holes in your dreams
driving fancy cars in thousand dollar suits
while the poor go serfing u.s.a.
we're not so proud of our leading man
he is just a puppet with many many hands
well this country is divided this much i've seen
and this country is driving into the ravine
the rich get richer poking fun at your lives
eating fancy meals with their plastic surgeons
while the poor go serfing u.s.a.
you're not allowed to get ahead
work and watch tv until you're dead
this country is dying this much i've seen
this country is crying itself to sleep
the rich get richer demanding your worship
making reality tv to shove down your throats
while the poor go serfing u.s.a.
we're like some lions caught in a zoo
proud and assured and pathetic too
this country is fat stomping on seeds
this country is thin neglecting its needs
the rich get richer and they still want more from you
playing real life poker amongst themselves
while the poor go serfing u.s.a.
4 more years, raise up your fears
4 more years, now's the time for your tears
4 more years, raise up your fears
4 more years, now's the time for your tears
marc - vocals, guitar, percussion
janie - bass, percussion, bg vocals
amelia - keyboards, bg vocals
spencer - drums, percussion
written by marc