Planting seeds

When people ask me I always say
That targeted assassination is the only way
They might promise a better day but it's false and it's false and it's false
They've stopped asking so how can we explain
But the people for the people that was yesterday
They'll keep taking more and more away
'til it's gone 'til it's gone 'til it's gone
So take your snipers rifle in hand
and do a massive favour to the people of these lands
Assassinate a corporate billionaire
Or their heirs or their heirs or their heirs
They hold us back and keep us in our place
They lie and cheat 7 steal from our plate
If we were just we'd resign them to their fate
With a gun with a gun with a gun

We're falling asleep at the wheel fellow slaves
We must rise from this bed that we've made
And never forget that we're all on our way
To the grave to the grave to the grave