(Molotov) Cocktails

Think you'll be a billionaire too You're a fool, dog Word to Voltaire They'll enlighten you in the gulag Didn't mean to scare you I was mad but now I'm cooled off You're still a wimp and a square too You smell like shoe smog Who's on first? Who's on second You're not even on the field, what I reckon Just checking for class consciousness Think you go deep Yeah your ass bottomless Don't worry I'm dumb too That's how I thought of this Trickle down economics Proletariat incompetence If we don't organize The future looks ominous I'm pretty confident That Jesus was a communist Pray to no God But my work ethic protestant Catholic guilt When I got no confidence On documents I'm the great Great Grandson of Molly Maguires Be a novelist maybe later Pumping out satires Writing fiction's what I favor But I'm a bad liar First festivities, second labour Like I'm repping for the Shire Gunfire and bombs away They're fucking with our data Fight on behalf of everyone Alpha, gamma, sigma, beta No time left for patience Bye bye to clock sales Way to change's not voting S'molotov cocktails Way to change's not voting S'molotov cocktails