Eating the rich
Lowest Of The Low Lyrics
Eating the rich Lyrics
Eating the rich by Lowest Of The Low
She answers phones for seven dollars an hour
And every now and then we paint the town Red
And eat our way toward a different balance of power
Well, it's our fate and we don't refuse it
It's our plate but we did not choose it
We're eating the rich now
It's a revolutionary chow-down
Well, I'm a snotty brat with a bad attitude
But I don't believe the world owes me a dinner
But even Jesus Christ might've dined and dashed
The last supper... what a bad holy host
A bread breakin' sinner
And every power lunch has a Gold-Card lining
I feel like the Karl Marx of dining
A brisk run from the cops can help your meal digest
I suggest not a dead-end alley
'Cause if they track you down they'll serve you up
Like a criminal de jour... they'll toss you like a salad
So, take your place and stop your b**chin'
The head-chef in the death-row kitchen'
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