The Ballad from Banditoland by GCDC

poor man, don't you feel a little betrayed
by the confidence game your peers and your anchors played?
rich man, don't you feel a little ashamed?
the insulation you made was built on the corpse of the brave.

poor man, while you drink from the pouring rain
do you feel like you never even had a chance to get ahead with something saved?
rich man, did you wager on the failure of commerce for a little more gain
you could even buy your way out of blame

is it worth your head
when the unfed wanna be fed?
asleep in you bed
something ugly is stirring and we're all unsure
but there aint no way to get your soul insured
and remember that one day the mighty fuhrer
couldn't scare his victims away

poor man, don't you think about a change?
not on button or a garnish to hope, but an action with results?
rich man, aren't you just a little afraid
of your abstract overhead becoming too much to pay?
poor man, you're used, abused, battered and broken
they're out of ideas
they're just pouring blood onto your bleeding body
rich man, your philosophy is getting redundant
right or wrong, revolutions taste sweetest to the weakest

are you truly prepared?
even the slightest bit scared
for the march of the mad?
have I lost my mind, or is the future defined?
is it what can't be, or is your thinking behind?
remember that one day Caesar inquired
to his friend "Et tu, Brute?"

to every act there's consequence
you think you got the better sense
but every age has tiny men beating on the castle wall
all empires are sure to fall
you don't need to hear the call
they'll let you know when it's time to cull

one way or another, man
it may not be in your plans
a way is found to rise above
the muck of avarice and shove
our way into a better day
so we can change the name and do it all again

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