Light the match, toss it back And you better start running They're making slaves in a daze Money pays but we're hungry ones Incorporate then sedate all the lays and the common sons And they take and they take and they take Like there's nothing wrong Oxidate, oxidate, oxidate cause we don't belong Burn it up Like a flame Stuck in a cage, corporate rage Not the age of the radicals Higher rates that inflate All the states and the capitals They complain of disdain And refrain from the taxable Now we're chained to the blame And the fame of irrationals