The Conquest of Bread

In the creation myth of the enlightened age
Some are born with rank and the rest in chains
Nothing's free, you gotta earn your keep
By the sweat of your brow and the skin of your teeth
Cause the world was made
Not with a whisper or bang
But by a foreman's whip on the backs of slaves
From the feudal lords to the bourgeoisie
Their wealth is born from our poverty
From every bushel you reap
There's barely any left to eat
From every dollar they take
They'll toss a penny at your feet
Commodification of human need
Whoever owns the machines controls your destiny
They got police with tanks to kill the poor
If we struggle to keep our dignity
You're a consumer, a peon of endless debt
Without a credit card you're as good as dead
You gotta grind to eat and just stay off the streets
While they do lines of coke in their penthouse suites
Liberal democracy is a ruse
Capital runs everything
A beast that corrupts and consumes
Till it owns the very air we breathe
We can never be free
Until the workers run the companies
And all the bosses are swept
Into the dustbin of history