Fat Cats
Posted: February 4th, 2015, 12:01 pm
Fat cats travel the world in private Lear jets,
sip Dom Perignon in the club room, soar thousands of miles
overhead, their children fed with filet mignon, gone
gone gone to wherever it is they want to go, they know
their parents will have primo care instead of being locked away,
say, in a nursing home somewhere, they can buy their kids into
elitist schools, fool you with a grin when they see you on the street,
as if your kids could possibly compete with theirs, noses stuck up
in the air 'cause fat cats don't even fricking care that right down
the road where the rubber meets the highway, that's where the
peons stay, sleeping under a bridge all wrapped up in Salvation Army
blankets, eating out of dumpsters so they can survive and the
fat cats fly on by to Dubai, throw thousands away on a one-night
get-away, but you know what? This is the part that gets to the heart
of the matter. Their farts stink just like anybody else's, the selfish
fucking whores who pretend they can't afford to pay their fair share
of taxes. Fat cats are like that. Aristocratic snobs, their greedy dollars
hoarded and increased by war investments. This is a testament to
all those fools. Buddy, they ain't cool. Yeah, they drink a bottle of wine
that cost more than the average earnings for an entire year of my
dear friends, dear friends.
sip Dom Perignon in the club room, soar thousands of miles
overhead, their children fed with filet mignon, gone
gone gone to wherever it is they want to go, they know
their parents will have primo care instead of being locked away,
say, in a nursing home somewhere, they can buy their kids into
elitist schools, fool you with a grin when they see you on the street,
as if your kids could possibly compete with theirs, noses stuck up
in the air 'cause fat cats don't even fricking care that right down
the road where the rubber meets the highway, that's where the
peons stay, sleeping under a bridge all wrapped up in Salvation Army
blankets, eating out of dumpsters so they can survive and the
fat cats fly on by to Dubai, throw thousands away on a one-night
get-away, but you know what? This is the part that gets to the heart
of the matter. Their farts stink just like anybody else's, the selfish
fucking whores who pretend they can't afford to pay their fair share
of taxes. Fat cats are like that. Aristocratic snobs, their greedy dollars
hoarded and increased by war investments. This is a testament to
all those fools. Buddy, they ain't cool. Yeah, they drink a bottle of wine
that cost more than the average earnings for an entire year of my
dear friends, dear friends.
