cuz I
invested in salt, takin all things with a grain
nowadays you be lucky if you still get payed
or your job still be there at the end of the day
and have money left over to put food on yo plate

Unemployment is bitch with high demands on the psyche
its enough to make a once dead man exclaim, “crikey!”
the future bearing down as you frantic find the right key
down to cellar where you hold yo loved ones tightly

dig a ditch, dig a hole, big enough to uncover
all the lies, tainted truths and political blubber
aside from whats written on the congress bathroom stalls
who gives good slush funds, suckin partisan balls

its all be right out in the open for years
we take what can can despite ignorant fears
they rob us we rob back, walkin right out the door
a contract is a contract, well it aint anymore