Corporations

You’ve got a brain and you’ve got a body
you’ve got a face, though it’s kind of spotty.
You’ve got a mission but, my, it’s shoddy – you’re the corporation.

Chorus:

We’ll chop you up and limit your powers
there’s no god in those ivory towers.
You can’t take what should be ours. You’re just a corporation.

You may be big and you may be smart
and everyone trembles when you fart.
But you’re not alive if you haven’t got a heart. You’re just a fabrication.

Chorus.

You take our food and you take our water.
You don’t care about any border.
You stop free speech and you finance slaughter – you’re the corporation.

Chorus.

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