Short Changed

Short Changed Lyrics

They want to throw away the key;
They don't care what the age is.
They're getting rich burning books and building cages.
Scared to death because they know where the rage is.
My diagnosis: "f**ked" - and I think it's contagious.
They spread this disease, and then the selfish motherf**kers do what they please.
Their pockets are full, but their hearts are empty.
And once again we're short-changed in the land of plenty.