Picketline Lyrics - Waterdown

Under the heels of the corporations 

Your small world is crashing down 

Under the laws of the worldwide 

Market nothing is sacred now 

The new gods rank us worthless 

And deny our potential 

Unemployment as a weapon 

To make us fight each other 

Get up, under the worldwide market 

Get up, nothing is sacred now 

The billboards proclamate prosperity 

The media spreads the philosophy 

Reproduction of clandestine slavery 

"And everyone's a winner, baby"