Plastic Yuppies

Corporate Storm
Sinister ministers prance upon
holy ground
They wear blue and gray monkey suits and are bound
Gold is found in a new idea
Shareholders dream of the CEO's crown
Imperialist soldiers search out
every money sound
Capitalist investors monetarily crush every Red into the ground
Poverty stricken socialists stand in a bread line
Spending time but no a dime
And the storm has come
And it will never go away
It guides our lives
And folds us five
A silent storm comes upon this
enchanted land
A storm, which affects every mouth and hand
A storm, which affects every one of this land
A Corporate Storm sifting through every grain of sand
And to these corporations we are
all politically and economically bound
And now all life is focused upon the corporations sirens
sound.