Six Foot Paycheck
by: Jochim

Who are they? They are the government
They'll take our herb, but deal us death wrapped in a cigarette
You spend your life slavin' away
you future holds for you a vacant grave
A black fate your reservatoin's made
There it waits, I CAN'T WAIT!

They all laugh and say, "They don't know what they're doing."
But we all know that we're the ones they're screwin'
Take two of these for the pain,
although the cure contributes to our decay
What can I say?
It's the Umayerikan way

You're goin' down with us!

Hello, Mr. President
Another day of making victims of the innocent?
How much bloodshed
will it take to keep your pockets fed?
Dead residents for dead presidents
clenched so tightly in your fist

But you'll pack the ground until it's overflowin'
But you don't care as long as your wallet's growin'
The malignant green will be the death of you wait and see,
but fear the worst
I could reach you first. (Beat it to the punch!)

Beat you with the crutch you gave us
hang you up from a beam
take the guns that you love so much
give you a taste of your Umairacan dream