Angry Oh God, yes I'm angry, what else can I be? When we live in a world just unjust as could be Where the common resources, Mother Earth to us lent Are held in the grasp of the elite one percent Where children die of famine, and are buried each day While the rich gorge and scoff down their fillet mignonette And young women and men , give their #life for a cause Created for wealth gain by fat greedy bores And what are we doing, we mass, classless throng? We sit on our hands as if nothing is wrong No incredulous outrage, no revolutionary way Just a shrug of our shoulders and a mumbling "Meh" And together we all sleepwalk, to our inevitable doom 'Til the Rothchilds and Getty's, decide there's no room For then will we see, the true final determination To manage the populous, through mass extermination And I know you may throw the word, conspiracy my way But a theories only theoretical, til it comes true one day So God, yes I am angry, and you should be too Because if we all don't get angry, then people we're screwed