Suit, tie, ca$h

With a "Master cleared-up" face and a "one-million dollar" suit,
Your hair is always cut right, you try to look so good.
You are polite, never angry, always in a happy mood.
You only want to make sure that the first impression's good.

And when the last bank's burning,
We might go down without a warning.
And if the earth is still turning
We still wake up the next morning.

And when the last bank's burning,
We might go down without a warning.
And if the earth is still turning
We still wake up the next morning.

But what no one knows is that you're not the man you're supposed to be,
'Cause in reality you're just a puppet in a damned system.
I hate your slimy methods to get a "better" job.
If you want to wear a tie, become a fucking cop.

We're searching for A kind of free world
Where money doesn't mean a thing.
Otherwise we get frustrated.
Frustration! Frustration!
Frustration! Frustration!

And when the last bank's burning,
We might go down without a warning.
And when the earth is still turning
We still wake up the next morning.

And when the last bank's burning,
We might go down, we might go down.
And when the earth is still turning
We still wake up, we still wake up.

And when the last bank's burning,
We might go down, we might go down.
And when the earth is still turning
We still wake up, yeah, we still wake up.

Burn it down!
Burn it down!
We burn 'em down.