Raise the gallows

You profit on murder, makes money on death You feed from the earnings of those who have less Make profits while others are slaughtered for you And sleep well in your ivory tower Arm the homeless Arm the poor Raise the gallows Start the war How I long for the day when the tables are turned When enough is enough and your mansion is burned When you ask for forgiveness for what you have done And the people will answer by giving you none Arm the homeless Arm the poor Raise the gallows Start the war