Eating The Rich lyrics

My best friend`s got a great career
She answers phones for seven dollars an hour
And every now and then we paint the town Red
And eat our way toward a different balance of power

Well, it`s our fate and we don`t refuse it
It`s our plate but we did not choose it

We`re eating the rich now
It`s a revolutionary chow-down

Well, I`m a snotty brat with a bad attitude
But I don`t believe the world owes me a dinner
But even Jesus Christ might`ve dined and dashed
The last supper... what a bad holy host
A bread breakin` sinner

And every power lunch has a Gold-Card lining
I feel like the Karl Marx of dining

A brisk run from the cops can help your meal digest
I suggest not a dead-end alley
`Cause if they track you down they`ll serve you up
Like a criminal de jour... they`ll toss you like a salad
So, take your place and stop your bitchin`
The head-chef in the death-row kitchen`
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