Some men think in terms
Of hoarding great wealth
What a crock of
Insert that which disgusts you
And their scruples are non-existent
Yes their scruples are non-existent
In this ancient game

Some men build facades
To hide their true motives
With these words that we all know
Peace freedom justice for all
And their pockets overflow
Yes their pockets overflow
As you lay in the field

Some men look to god
To back them in their schemes
What an outrage
What an outrage
That we tolerate this
How transparent
For those who care to see
This grave travesty

Some men live their lives
Dealt on selfless goals
How rare
Yet, we have faith these men exist
And through their work we’ll advance
From corruption and exploitation
To a better understanding
O’er our life anew