The lies that profit off lives make a killing,
a killing like the kind we've never seen.
We slash our necks on the trading floor,

because a dollar means everything.

We're buying and selling our souls,

all in the name of good credit.
A blind passenger in a seat
traveling full speed

down a wrong way street.

The blood in the sand on our hands

constitues a tragedy.
How many more will we let them sacrifice
in their wars for dirty oil?


Our leaders just sit there and laugh
throwing more logs on the fire.

Drunk driving you and me
only one way
down a wrong way street.


We sit like babies strapped in high chairs
eyes glazed and mouths hanging wide.

We're so full of bull%#@! we've been spoonfed
to keep up satisfied.


I would never speak for you,
but I'll stand up for me.
I'm sick and tired of all these other people,

driving me only one way
down this wrong way street.