You got the gold
from selling our souls
Yeah, was that your goal?
Well that's not very nice
You got a clue
Yeah we're smarter than you
Now you stand accused of messing up your life
Everybody sing and dance and stand up
Everybody clap your hands
All my cronies got my back, back at ya
All the phonies turnaround
You lounged around while the jewel's in your crown
Let's just sleep on the ground
Eating scraps from your plate
There's no disguise from dollar signs in your eyes
and the truth about lies is there as clear as day (alright)
Everybody sing and dance and stand up
Everybody clap your hands
All my cronies got my back, back at ya
All the phonies turnaround
You take the crayon out of our hands
when the ink hadn't dried
You got instincts of a sixty four year old white guy
It's funny how the grass is greener on other side
You got a lot to lose
not much to gain
Listen to what the people say
Everybody sing and dance and stand up
Everybody clap your hands
All my cronies got my back, back at ya
All the phonies turnaround