Hey Marxy Boy

"Hey Marxy boy, come on back!"
The movement aint movin' fast enough.
"We have quiet riots and tired whiners and silly little children talkin' big talk"
Dancing propaganda mannequins prancing
'round the campfire dissing daddy warbucks
"Come on back, paper writer and big man fighters"
Small shops on the chopping block so chop the wires
Get the fire growing in their bellies
past their monuments and governments
and industry of agony
Get news higher, right on past the town crier
who died on a bench from the cold just waiting for an opportunity to arise
So let's grab our Trumps and burn 'em
on the stake while we replay all the mistakes that they made
"You know the change is beggin for speakers, for provers"
No weak hearts
Come criticize all our damn owners, own them up
Stock holders with bulging wallets should grow up
Ecstasy of the rich life is treating them well
The high life of the American dream makes them
piss and puke on the street
from their thousand dollar red wine
Well before you tell the hooker, "get a job you filthy slob"
remember doors don't open so easily on the other side
A sidewalk high may be all that she can be
No place past her cheap motels
and just a dollar means something to a broken dreamer with a dream