Billionaire Boys

There's a field not far away that's yours and mine

But you can't get there from here

It's guarded by dollar bills, lawyers, and corporate shills

But the air is clean and the water's clear

This land is your land

This land is my land

We can visit if we got hot air balloons

And the billionaire boys are out there hiding

Like the green behind the red, white and the blue

And they got a fan club

A congregation

Our lady of the wish we had trust funds

And them billionaire boys

Hope they never get wise

Cause they know that they're outnumbered

And they damn well know that they're outgunned

This land is your land

This land is my land

If you don't mind leaping from twelve-thousand feet

And them billionaire boys are quietly collecting

All the hidden fees on lady liberty

And that freedom fan club

Of flag-waving fashsies

Yeah, they'll stomp on you to say don't tread on me

And they're selling bootstraps to tie to your bootstraps

And we can take out loans till bootstraps reach from you to me

From sea to shining sea

This land is your land, this land is my land

But the billionaire boys would disagree with me and you

And the day their fan club can't find enough food

They'll be boiling up them bootstraps

And dreaming of October Russian stew

Yeah, they'll be boiling up them bootstraps

And then they'll blow their brains to Rorschachs

And when the rich are gone just wait and see

They'll blame it on the likes of you and me