McCorporate Land

Well I pick up my belongin's n' I flee McCorporateland
Where everybody toils away slaving for the boss man,
N' your told to pick yourself up by the hard work of your hands,
But the money it don't go to you,
N' your boss he buys your land,
The fascist pigs in blue go to break up all your crew,
And the presidents they cherish it, cause they're all fascists too,
And the Klan has a tight rule, it's run by old white men in suits,
Who tell us they're not racist but we all know the truth

We live in a world today where our value is our pay,
Don't dream of being a free man,
Because it'll never happen in McCorporateland

Well a young man got deported by McCorporate I.C.E.,
For failing to pay his 3 bucks for a cherry ICEE,
And everyone around that town, all they had to say,
Was "it wouldn't have happened if he came over the legal way"
But there's no legal way in a country made of stolen land,
Where the towns are built on the labor of the African stolen man,
And we could tear down borders if we'd all stand hand in hand,
And throw molotov cocktails at the McCorporate klan!

We live in a world today where our value is our pay,
Don't dream of being a free man,
Because it'll never happen in McCorporateland

Well the sign says "Private Property: Trespassers Stay Out"
But what if what I wanted was to just kick that damn door down,
And sleep in one of the countless abandoned houses in our town,
Because, y'know, I don't have my own, and it's unsafe to go without,
You're kicked out in the cold if you can't pay your rent,
The only right we have in life is the right to stay silent,
For anything you say or do can be used to go against,
So let's band together and agree to never pay for housing ever again