Corporate Storm Sinister ministers prance upon holy ground They wear blue and gray monkey suits and are bound Gold is found in a new idea Shareholders dream of the CEO's crown Imperialist soldiers search out every money sound Capitalist investors monetarily crush every Red into the ground Poverty stricken socialists stand in a bread line Spending time but no a dime And the storm has come And it will never go away It guides our lives And folds us five A silent storm comes upon this enchanted land A storm, which affects every mouth and hand A storm, which affects every one of this land A Corporate Storm sifting through every grain of sand And to these corporations we are all politically and economically bound And now all life is focused upon the corporations sirens sound.
Number Of Pages: 268
Published: 1st April 2005
Dimensions (cm): 22.86 x 15.24 x 1.91
Weight (kg): 0.55