What kind of gooberment is this? gives a poor man the fits and the rich a big kiss

Oh they tell you this and they tell you that as long as you believe all their deceit and crap

What kind of gooberment is this? when the richest in the world make me want to go and hurl

Underneath the flashing lights, they rule the scene Their shadow stretching far and wide, often unseen, Behind closed doors, they write our fate to be, But we'll be rising, We won't stay unseen.

[Chorus] Malarkey Oligarchy thinks it's got control, But we the people will regain our soul. Tires keep on turning, winds begin to roll, We'll break the chains and regain control.