Creeping through the grime of the bottom line Sign of the times A house gets owned Then the owner loses the home Who’s to blame when the bank runs dry If money follows money where the hell is my slice of the pie Trickle down doesn’t trickle at all It says at the top, leans over but it never falls Sell it again and the masses buy Until you're sold out and bought out and broke Nothing but lies Its gonna be fine when you make it mine X 3 Its gonna be fine… Ha. Its gonna be fine when you make it mine (Occupy!) x 3 Occupy, occupy The Fleecing of the middle class And drowning all the rest Don’t give a damn what they say They did it their own way Look at the show and tell All I know is, I see no suits filling up the cells And now we bail them suckers out Only wish it was the other way around Tell me again why we should listen When all they do is keep dishing out the hurt blood on our shirt its in their eyes! nothing but lies!