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 numbers 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

(It's) 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 lesser honest men

The ladder's been brutal

But the payoff is just around the corner

Call in the reinforcements

You're working hard on a life of your own

Three square meals and a place to call home

But you keep getting lost

Each time you walk out your front door

Me I've got a family

I know real well what it means

To make sure there's enough food

On the table each day

But I'd rather starve

Than be a whore for an empty living...