Texty: Rocky Votolato. Prison Is Private Property.

the have nots have had enough and now they're out to kill the king / of what looks to be an evil empire where short-term earnings mean everything / there's a pressure to deliver here, your gonna get hurt if you don't play this game / nobody will ever know, just the CEO to the CFO / if you can work some magic, we can double our paychecks, so make the #s look right / wall street is a ruthless mistress with a quick and painful judgment / temptation is in deep now, threads of greed run through this fabric / weaving tapestries over your eyes to prepare the landscapes for disaster / anthrax or a plane crash, biochemical, or even nuclear attacks / integrity is too damn expensive, discount the price but still / nobody's buying so come up with the money boys or you'll be chocking on a barrel / and it just might be your own finger squeezing on the trigger / call in the reinforcements

you're working hard on a life of your own / three square meals and a place to call home / the American dream can be found here if you keep your mouth closed / but the teeth you keep clinched is what's killing the chance / your mouth is watering as you imagine / swallowing each new possession / its building a prison

you'll think there's a place where you made it / you searched for this your whole life / new answers will satisfy but then you realize it's never enough / that's the slickest marketing I've ever seen - a spiraling trap / with enough ambition and a firm set of rules you can have anything you want / you can walk right out into the world and capture and kill god / in a little box or a little book to be understood / but no one can argue with the good sense and strength of a solid foundation / or with the weakness born when corruption is the rule and not the exception / I'm trying hard to forget everything I thought I knew / you've climbed much too high to let the truth stop you now / or to concern yourself with the investments of