Behind the haze and blaze,
All the claims of happy days,
Suburban shopping mall maze
Of rank and file consumer craze,
Inside the endless rage,

On a page with only cages and fence.

‘Neath the frenzy of consumption,
Out of reach of extreme unction,
Or the survival line junction;
Where the empty-handed function,
Devoid of all assumption,

Or presumption or pretense of common sense.

Trapped inside the beast,
It’s either famine or feast.
And for the have-nots, at least,

Any peace has long deceased from present tense.

Caught up in the dross
Of a slow-motion holocaust;
Just profit or loss,

Or just the cost of doing business so immense.

Underneath below,
Where the cameras never go;
Beyond the ‘dog and pony’ show

Froze in the throes that pose as current events.

[CHORUS]    Greetings from the masses,
All the left-out under classes.
The ones who progress always passes, you can spot ’em –
The stratum still forgotten at the bottom of the new millenium.

At this stage of civilization,
In the age of globalization,
With its high-tech fascination,
And advertising manipulation
Lull us to sleep in isolation,
While they plunder every nation,
With brutal exploitation,
Stock market speculation,
And environmental degradation
For the untold generations to see.

Inside the borders
Of the new world order,
Corporate hoarders and supporters
Call the shots at every quarter,
While they brutalize the poor with their whores and their
Free trade’ policy.
Strapped inside the trap
Of an expanding wage gap,
Left without a map
inside the lap and endless sea of poverty.

[CHORUS]