Chaos

The son of families of millionaires is representing the massesI thought that most people I know are brokeTaxation by representation tell me all about it huhHow does this whole damn trickle down thing workDon't blame me your sins are on your headI won't be accused I'm a product of my timesI've left your future behindLet's talk about hypocrisyyou supercillous son of a bitchYou want to talk about the mess I've madeWell you better check under your bedThe war on drugs the war on crimethe war on poverty the war on peaceIt's seems to me we're only fighting ourselvesSince when did we become the enemyDon't blame me your sins are on your headI won't be accused I'm a product of my timesI've left your future behindSit back in your easy chair and lecture me on how it wasYou make it sound like the world went to hell exactly on the day I was bornOpen your eyes open your mind and look at thing the way that they areStop looking at the world through a prism of delusional thought.