Lyrics

Hey you white collar. Yeah your black bottom pool is running over with greed. I can smell it. We are the army of men you run from. Made by the sweat of your greed. I can smell it. Don't run. We will catch you. Making it worse on you. Thought that you could buy us. Now your soul is in us. Dirty white collar trash now. Black bottom pools dry. Your souls for ransom. Don't ask why. Your cash makes no freedom. Land and stock are no good. Bloated souls bring freedom. Plead your case to no one. Your soul goes for ransom. Garnish your freedom. I'll sell you mine. Taking the greed back. Forming a line. Who would pay for your soul? Goes to the lowest bidder. We got a dead ringer. For the last time empty. Souls are for sale now. But the bodies have died. What are you worth now that you've died? Now you join our army. No choice but to relent. Pride and power are gone. Now your soul has been spent.