Make me a machine, tell me you're me
I hate to cry, don't give me your sympathy
Your wealth has no ceiling, your people don't run
So hold everyone's eyes, they'll wear their truth
Permanent, that's to the rich
Warfare, that's to the rich
Thank you, that's to the rich
The scratch before the edge
How far does it go? Almost right now
Carryin' me in just for nothin' and we wantin' to show
Throwin' out the magic, openin' our purse
Tell me what you love, couldn't get any worse
Permanent, that's to the rich
Warfare, that's to the rich
Thank you, that's to the rich
The scratch before the edge
Now listen mister, we're just playin' not to lose
You take away our right to choose
Whose hard work is this?
Whose culture? Whose bliss?
Who works your wars?
Who bears your disgrace?
There's nowhere left for us to even spit
But in your face!
There!
Permanent, that's to the rich
Warfare, that's to the rich
Thank you, that's to the rich
The scratch before the edge
