Cannonball

Dirty water, silk suitcase The provider, creator of taste They own the capital and your estate Better run 'fore they tax your weight Holy roller, children at your feet Load your gun, aim fire and repeat Applaud your backbone, but there's dirt in your spine Jack and Jill are fighting on the front line In a state of war, Cannonball, Cannonball They'll always want more, Cannonball, Cannonball Mass production, assembly line They give you pennies in exchange for dimes It's not living if it's on borrowed time Pick it up don't you fall behind To give and ignore, Cannonball, Cannonball They'll always want more, Cannonball, Cannonball Cannonball, Cannonball