Get On Board
some may swear they live on air
but the richer fruits are down below
and there's only one way to know
get on board, get on board
everybody get on board
we're going all the way down
empty tin
rattle in the wind
little fat men shouting 'freedom!'
as they bomb the poor to hell
simple song, you don't belong
in the land where all the blowhards blow
so there's only way to go
get on board, get on board
everybody get on board
we're going all the way down