They bought a rocket
They bought a nuclear submarine
They're playing war games in the snow and mud
With a white flag flying
They put a blood-red bill in my hands
It's nothing to do me
I rip it up because I can't pay, I won't pay
I can't pay, and I won't pay for their mistakes
They're generating
While the waves come rolling in
Pumping black smoke from their chimney stacks
While the world tries to turn green
I get the cost of the clean-up
It's nothing to do with me
I rip it up because I can't pay, I won't pay
I can't pay, and I won't pay for their mistakes
I'm underneath their table
Picking up their scraps
Nobody knows where the money goes
They set a tax, then another tax....
But it must be democratic
Because I let them do it to me
I watch the fat cats get fatter
While I stay lean
In this free market
What's happening?
I've got questions
Objections
Has this fast food travelled at the speed of greed
From the space race to my tongue
Am I buying a stick to beat myself with
Or contributing to party funds
keeping some peasant worker on the poverty line
Picking my coffee beans
How many innocents lose their lives
In the gloss of the packaging
What am I doing with this blood-red bill in my hands
It's nothing to do with me
I rip it up because I can't pay, I won't pay
I can't pay, and I won't pay for their mistakes
