If this is really living
Why am I so unforgiving
Half the world is down the toilet
Half is on its way
Well if I had a dollar for
Every time he hollers
"Trust us with your hearts and minds"
Or I'll make you pay
Trust me
Ask me why you're feeling screwed
And I'll give you the answer
There's a colin, dick, and bush
Just a hammerin' away
Ask me why you feel deceived
And stripped of all your liberties
It doesn't take a genius
To explain that today
Trust me
