Lyrics

Well the heart will want, and the heart will need
I'm counting on you today Jesus

Softly we get doped

Well Heaven my dear
Created by God
He said store up all the bad
And send it down to hell

Softly we get doped

I'm a Capitalist, thru and thru
More for me, less for you
And every wage worker spiting truth
Knows that storming Capitals is a language too
So what you gonna do, Mr. Big Shot
When we come for you