Letra de Picketline

Under the heels of the corporations your small world is crashing Down Under the laws of the worldwide market nothing is sacred now The new gods rank us worthless and deny our potential Unemployment as a weapon to make us fight each other Get up! Under the worldwide market Get up! Nothing is sacred now The billboards proclamate prosperity The media spreads the philosophy Reproduction of clandestine slavery "and everyone's a winner, baby!" Your bosses accumulate property while the masses die in poverty And everyone's a winner, baby! Everyone's a winner baby. Get up!