while moonlighting in the service the bourgeois elite,
i caught lunch with a party
of pseudo-environmental executives,
because i heard they'd pick up the bill.
and then the billionaire took a seat
at the head of the table
and wiped his ass with the dignity the polynesian waiter
who'd only been misheard but was subject to abuse
and I got caught...
i got caught, i was caught in a crisis of procedure
what I knewn but forgot in the comforts of leisure,
on review of the charts, all the facts, and the figures:
only lack of recognition will discredit credit our leaders
and the conflict lies with you
all the waiters of the world please spit in the soup
and the billionaires might finally get what's coming.
when the dishwashers of the world
all mouth off to their boss
then the latter that they built that they started at top
might fall because it rests on you
and all the shit that you go through
just to stay alive
a thousand miles away,
another conflict i've been through
about the innocence of the criminal
when the victim is you
and the tendency to justify
a law that's flawed and i got caught.
i was caught in the crisis of my company.
what i knew, they did not.
but i guess there's only something.
there was a girl a cop and they wouldn't even talk to me
i got caught.
and the conflict lies with you,
all the waiters of the world please spit in the soup.
and punk kids please think about what you're doing.
when the dish washers of the world
all mouth off to their boss,
well then the latter that they built if might finally fall,
because you know it all rests on you,
and the shit that you go through just to stay alive.