P.s.

Thousands of kids in a factory they call a public school
Got to follow all the rules
While the government sticks it to you
Steal from the poor, will it is no chore, get out while you still can
You got your money and your plan. Forget the promise of the young man

I can’t sit back and play this game no more
If you can’t take the heat, well there’s the door
I thought that all the crooks died with Capone
But they just moved to city hall for a better show
A better show

Tons of little kids gonna stand in line while you pull your selfish scam
Fill your pockets while you can
A thousand cuts won’t need a hangman
Say goodbye to the poorest youth, sold out by the greed of downtown truth
These kids are all at risk, Somebody’s gonna pay for this

I can’t sit back and play this game no more
If you can’t take the heat, well there’s the door
I thought that all the crooks died with Capone
But they just moved to city hall for a better show
A better show

This one’s for the poor and lonely, the ones who have no say
Suffer not the children, but they’re the ones who have to pay
While leaders turn a blind eye, all that's left is a loaded gun
But why should we care at all, for another mother’s son

A loaded gun now