I see you marching around the store
Hand in your pocket
Even though your head's above board
You tap your foot and wait for change
Seconds ticking away
One of only a thousand
Left in the day
I see the look you gave my brother on the other day
You think you're better than me?
But I hold myself
And wait on your attitude anyway
You can't be trusted
Brain drained your country
Joined the ranks in Orange County
Where the Persians go to die
You may have your cousins
But you have no friends
When the going gets tough
Make the peasants do the dirty work
I saw your daughter on the street the other day
Daddy's princess parade
And Cruella de Vil sent her Philippine servant away
I saw her later in the week
Keffiyeh made up to weep
For the dead in a country
That'll never know
You're living the dream
You hate regular people
They don't wear their wealth like you
They envy you
Although they're closer to God than you
Hate all the ordinary people
Who built what you are
They'll never reach the knob on your mahogany door
And I wish I could be a slave
Digging for the prince
But I gotta lift wood and carry water to live
There's Newport and Irvine
Then Anaheim and Fullerton
Some of us must lift wood or carry water to live...
I live outside of Disneyland
And I have to lift wood and carry water once again...