Lyrics:

Propped up at the pulpit
A speech to please the poles
With Coca-Cola trickling down my throat
Well would you save all of your bottles if I promised a refund?
It's gonna come I swear I swear I swear I swear that it is
If you've got a special interest
There is influence I could sell
Just like water takes the shape of where it's held
I'm overflowing with ambition, but I got to keep in mind
The bottom line... is the dollar signs
And big bright lights: INEQUALITY FRANCHISED
The next location is mine
We're gonna lower costs
It's a work of art: our giant golden arch

I'm gonna start a factory the size of a country
I'm gonna teach them all to work for liberty
Oh but I'm not one for handouts, no they got to pay their dues:
They can make our shoes
And then we'll walk on you
Always on the move-we heard that business will boom if some people are removed
I know there's all-body types but we have just one size
I don't care if its right
It's the dollar signs!
And the big bright lights: INEQUALITY FRANCHISED
Every location is mine
You just do your part, form a line lets march under the golden arch..
March! March! March! march!!!