Whoa we're sick and sad and mad about it
There's something sinister
It's lurking in the dark
All-knowing master minds conniving
They're playing games
They're digging graves right from the start
We're stagnant we're in debt
Declining health for profit
We punch a clock it never stops we're so fed up
We're sick sad mad about it
We're sick sad mad about it
We're sick sad mad about it