Rich people are dumb
I hope they succumb
In expensive cars
Or condos on Mars
Selfies on the moon
They can't die too soon
I hope they're afraid
Of the mess they've made
Earth's in disarray
Someone has to pay
Why not the traitors
The job creators
Their poisonous creed
Of limitless greed
Turned the world to shit
And I'm sick of it
This just can't be real
It's a curse to feel
Get me out of here
Make me disappear
I said my safe word
But it wasn't heard
Again I exclaim
Exit game
Exit game
Exit game
What a shame
It's so lame
All music and lyrics by Chris Korda