An American Banned

"Fuck the banks" I've heard them say
But then someone has to cash this check
I said, “A third goes to the government
And then half goes down to rent
And then what's left seems like a gift”
It nearly brings tears to these eyes
'Cause there's folks in D.C. that sleep in satin sheets
And say my value's recognized

Could this be the freedom that Mother spoke of at home?
Didn't life guarantee me anything besides overtime for low-interest loans?

I want to tear this fucker down

You know, it seems like it's all "-isms" now
And which one you take stock in
But I can't help thinkin' this cheated feeling's universal
When we're all clocked in
And I want to raise Cain when the patriots say
"Take pride in the joys of home"
I wonder if they think their congressman knows
What it's like to have collection agents on the phone

Am I of the "traitors" that my brother railed on at home?
'Cause if I am, then cheers to them
‘Cause at least I know I'm not alone
We'll be singin'

I want to tear this fucker down