Two, three, four Give us what we're owed And we might just let you leave If you insist on talking We're gonna make you scream I'm sick of letting questions go unanswered And you thinking we're a team You're gonna wish this whole thing was a dream (Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream) I hope your day is well And your life is filled with ease It'll make you nice and soft For my dull guillotine The ninety-nine have spoken And the one is good to go We're coming for you now I hope you're not too slow (Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow) You think we're giving up this easy You think I'm gonna let you go This era where you let us fight for scraps When there's so much to eat Consumerists lay dead at my fucking feet I'm gonna take the coins in your pocket And lay them on your tongue You won't need them where you're headed But it might be a bit of fun I think you'll agree this transaction Went off with out a hitch Now you're the one who's hiding How's that for fucking rich (Rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich, rich) Ah! No more chances No more fear The era is over The new one is here