Mr. Please Rare Americans

[Intro]
Hey, Mr. CEO, I think you outta know
What it's like down here on the wrong end of the dominoes
If I die tomorrow, may as well be John Doe
A replacement part, man, no hand up, and no quid pro quo

[Pre-Chorus]
Hey now, hey now, everybody freeze
Listen up, listen now, one, two, three

[Chorus]
We don't, we don't, we don't wanna
We don't wanna take the pain no longer
We don't, we don't, we don't wanna
We don't wanna hear your big shot dogma
We don't, we don't, we don't wanna
We don't wanna take the pain no longer
We don't, we don't, we don't wanna
We don't wanna hear your big shot dogma
Big shot dogma

[Verse]
Hey, Mr. President, is it not evident?
People be down, man, and they keep jacking up the rent
Gotta lay my head down, I wake at sunup
Gotta take something, man, to lift me up, lift me up