Say good morning to my friends

Oh, my Lord, it's 6am

The day ain't nothin' but a sentence paid

You work so hard and nothin' changed The union crooks treat me like a pawn

They said to strike and I lost my job

The folks back east, they say the market's fine

I heard that before 1929 When Black Tuesday comes it'll be a hit

Right out of the air into the pit

There's one out now said The President

War World 3 will make your poor horns bend All the old boys said they could make it last

Like Vietnam without a draft

Got the best in the biz for the marketing, yeah

We'll turn the Marlboro Man into a marine The brave youth will come from far and wide

When 911 is the battle cry Well, this American, proud tradition

Yes, they pulled the switch and cried for vengeance

If your God forgave all of your sins

Then why would you make martyrs out of them? For money? Or power? Or glory?

Do you even care?