How does
a poor man on a bench
become a criminal
While the rich man on the hill
hails to the thieves
How does revenge equate to pride
un til a flag becomes a gun,
how will the sun go down
after the war is won?
How come the wise man is so quiet
while the killer speaks so loud?
He is holler ing from out of my TV.
He's claiming that he knows me
He's taking little bows
But he is drinking from the
silver ponds of greed
And mama, aren't you proud?
Oh, he plays with such great big toys
And he thinks it's all a game
You're little virtuous Chris tian boy,
yeah, yeah, yeah
So you're
playing by the rules,
but every time it is your turn
He moves the net a little higher up
An d you think it must be fair,
cause that is what you've learned
But he scores every time,
and you'd score na -na
Mama, aren't you proud?
He plays with such great big toys
And he thinks it's just a game
Your little virtuous Chris tian boy
Oh, but this is an im pressionist painting
And we are standing way too close
We are sitting in this circus tent
Just waiting for the show
While the cannibal lily
Eats from their sacrificial plate
And they are lying through their teeth
Making a mockery of faith
And your dollar lets you buy
yet another empty cup
And that is how they fund their lives
And they hope we don't wake up
And they are feeding us this fear
They are feeding us the news
And they know we're biting off less
than we could chew
Mama, aren't you proud
when he plays with such big toys?
He thinks it's all a game,
you little virtuous Chris tian boy.
Thanks. Thanks. Thanks.