Exposition - Take a Penny lyrics

[Intro] Hey, you finally made it Congratulations brother [Verse 1] Welcome to the Capitol (Hey) Where the facts are skewed (I thought Saddam had weapons) Oh shut up, nobody's asking you Don't trust your neighbor He's plotting your ened See now, the private sector is your only friend (Oh) Cause Arab men are dangerous so we are here to protect you But if you stop consuming they will never respect you Don't worry 'bout them you just buy, buy, buy You'll never be rich if you don't try, try, try You're living in the land of the millionaire fool See if it happened to him, sh** it can happen to you Just buy the brochure, follow the rules And do exactly what your bosses tell you to do (yeah) You'll observe all the splendor that you're living With a dog and a wife and 2.5 children We pump you full of fear and eliminate the middlemen So run along sheep and be a good little citizen [Hook] It's in the magazines it's on the TV They try to sell us all a bunch of sh** we don't need Strap on your sneakers get ready to stampede We all fall down for that capital greed I own the magazines I own the TV And I'm the one that profits off the sh** you don't need Strap on your sneakers get ready to stampede You all fall down to supply my greed [Verse 2] Welcome to the grand expansion of the Reich Where the madness you get is not the peace that you like We fed the ma**es marmalade And that's exactly what they took (how's that taste?) Had 'em lookin' for Jesus and led 'em straight to George Bush Buddy, don't you see it doesn't matter who's the president (why) Captains of industry is the constituency the represent (Oh no) So don't forget I run this motherf**er Big business with the mind of Big Brother I own the magazines I own the TVs and I own the radio BBC Cause it's a war of information and guess who's winnin' it (me) Man even if I lose that I own the ammunition kid (s**a) So protest, and sing your rebel music It doesn't matter cause you ain't gonna do sh** Plotting rebellion is an act of futility Cause nothing that you punk b**hes do is ever k**ing me [Hook] It's in the magazines it's on the TV They try to sell us all a bunch of sh** we don't need Strap on your sneakers get ready to stampede We're all falling down for that capital greed I own the magazines I own the TV And I'm the one that profits off the sh** you don't need Strap on your Nikes get ready to stampede You climb over each other to supply my greed You murder one another to supply my greed You'd probably rob your own mother And it's fine by me [Outro]