Tears of Gas
We cry tears of gas
When authorities kick ass
We’re beaten blue and black
For wanting to fight back
We wave a peaceful flag
But we’re made to wear a gag
Billionaires wear silk
While most of us wear rags
Chorus:
A paycheck today
Will keep the banks at bay
We occupy Wall Street
rubber bullets rule the day
inner cities broken
while corporations play
security protects them
from hearing what we say
The elephant in the room
Spells out workers doom
Third world black ops
Slip by UN cops
Hang cronies of the Fed
Before we’re all dead
But that’s wishful thinking
While our boat keeps sinking
It’s the march of the clowns
In Republican ball gowns
Feathering their nests
The wealthy at their best
With self righteous zeal
They deny all appeals
And we’ll lose our jobs
Form angry lynch mobs