Down in the basement wondering where the money went I get no insurance, can't afford to pay the rent Outside creditors banging on the front door It's easy when you're rich, poor ain't gotta future I'm sick and tired of being pushed around I ain't gonna take this lying down I'm up and running World sitting on a fence, greed and ignorance Nothing making any sense, they tamper with the evidence Living on the outside, never looking in All beef and body work, no imagination I'm sorry if the wine ain't to your taste Maybe there's just a hint of sour grapes I'm up and running I still got a screw loose, agony when not in use I think I need another boost O' Mott the Hoople juice, I still got the legs Tyrants, despots, techies hit the jackpot 100 dollar robots take all the jobs we got People making money out of other people misery If I'm going down, I'm going to take you with me You only know what you're supposed to know And things are smelling bad on rotten row I'm up and running