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 futureI'm sick and tired of being pushed around
I ain't gonna take this lying downI'm up and runningWorld 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 imaginationI'm sorry if the wine ain't to your taste
Maybe there's just a hint of sour grapesI'm up and runningI 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 legsTyrants, 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 meYou only know what you're supposed to know
And things are smelling bad on rotten rowI'm up and running