We're the blue chip thugs
Doing power drugs
With Beelzebub
At the Sociopaths' Social Club
Finally made my stash
Found some friends in the sun
They're no fools, yeah they make the rules
And they carry the biggest guns
Now the plan is to keep on taking
Until there's nothing left
They've even a guardian angel
They call him IMF
Once I was ostracized
For thinking I was god
But knocking knees with these VIPs
I get the knowing nods
Back home I'd get inspected
By Dr. Rubber Room
But here I am respected
By tireless tycoons
We will never be perfectly set up
There will never be nearly enough
If you were to give us everything we want
Sadly, you would be missing the point
We're the blue chip thugs
Doing power drugs
With Beelzebub
At the Sociopaths' Social Club
Fuck the future and fuck the poor
Fuck the future and fuck the poor
Misunderstood by low society
My twisted need to watch things bleed
Is fed at the SSC
Who can feel the most entitled?
Like Tony in his swivel chair
All billionaires who need a bailout
To remain billionaires
A round for my pals
Monsanto, Gildan and Barrick, my buddies from RBC
Absolutely no empathy for misery
They see themselves in me
We will do the workers over
And know no consequence
Condemn the world to ruin
From behind the government fence
We will never be perfectly set up
There will never be nearly enough
If you were to give us everything we want
Sadly, you would be missing the point
We're the blue chip thugs
Doing power drugs
With Beelzebub
At the Sociopaths' Social Club
© 2014 John Newlands and Rachael Charbonneau
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