Pound for pound we carry out threats better than anyone around   Mean what we say even when we lie   The heavyweights of the insolent class   No counterweight to our whip and our cash   Our needs must never be denied   Always raising the stakes   Always aiming low   We've got no conscience and we're gonna explode   They're putting up a strip mall where the factory used to be   We deal in violence while it is the currency   We're gonna blow!   Brick by brick we put up walls that are never sufficiently thick   To block off the consequences   Still we save face by alluding to a mythical time and place   Yearning for the days of wine and picket fences   The world is tuned in   A globalist episode   Our morals are paper thin and we're gonna explode   Don't look at me baby cause you know my hands are tied   I know you left me here and I'm rotting on the vine   Lying well enough to make a strong man fear the meek   Check your pocketbooks cause I know you got off cheap