Lyrics:

The son of families of millionaires is representing the masses I thought that most people I know are broke Taxation by representation tell me all about it huh How does this whole damn trickle down thing work Don't blame me your sins are on your head I won't be accused I'm a product of my times I've left your future behind Let's talk about hypocrisy you supercillous son of a bitch You want to talk about the mess I've made Well you better check under your bed The war on drugs the war on crime the war on poverty the war on peace It's seems to me we're only fighting ourselves Since when did we become the enemy Don't blame me your sins are on your head I won't be accused I'm a product of my times I've left your future behind Sit back in your easy chair and lecture me on how it was You make it sound like the world went to hell exactly on the day I was born Open your eyes open your mind and look at thing the way that they are Stop looking at the world through a prism of delusional thought