Yeah, democracy on the auction block
Highest bidder wins
And the people lose the lock
For sale, let's get it

They walk in with a promise on they tongue
But behind closed doors they countin' stacks
Sellin' out the people for a private jet and a new gun
Lobby money talkin' louder than the streets can speak
Every bill they pass got a price tag underneath
Ain't no public service, just a private little feast
They wave the flag in public, leave the country with a mark
While the poor keep scrapin', these rats stay in the park
Buildin' empires off the backs of folks who barely eat
See 'em on the podium, I'm fightin' for your rights
Contracts for they brothers, tax breaks for the highs

The working class still drowns under all the lies
Dude, your chatterin', your speech is not complimentary
Fuck the fake smiles, I see through your disguise
Every public good they push is just another prize
They sell the air we breathe, the water, even the skies
Then act surprised when half the nation realizes

For sale, for sale, the whole damn country's for sale
For sale, for sale, the whole damn country's for sale
Militia family smilin' while they auction off the scale
For sale, for sale, the whole damn country's for sale
For sale, for sale, the whole damn country's for sale
These motherfuckers just closed the deal, oh, no

There is an evil spirit stuck to my rear murmurin'
I observe you kiddin', for what reason do you fuckin' chuckle?
Presently returnin' to affairs, insertin' the firearms' ammunition
Swearin' on the Bible while they break another will
Democracy's a theater and these degenerates run the whole bill
The crowd pays the ticket, they just pocket all the kill
They privatize the prisons, privatize the schools
Privatize the justice, make the people look like fools
Democracy got a barcode, and they scannin' for the gold
We the product, they the sellers, story's gettin' old
Ain't no loyalty left, just the highest fuckin' bid
Country's on the block, and the gavel's 'bout to hit
They don't serve the people, they serve the highest tip
Everything's for sale, and they don't give a shit

Our relationship is founded upon commerce
Let them in, which individual is that, bitch?
I have a grievance that needs addressin', bitch
What in the hell occurred, damn? You maternal fuckin' fornicator
I ought to probably campaign for president
I want to see that useless guy inside a fuckin' prison cell
I ought to have paid attention to what my grandmother told me
A blessing upon the children, no one should live in poverty
As for the gang leader who is currently imprisoned
May he be sentenced to life in prison

For sale, for sale, the whole damn country's for sale
For sale, for sale, the whole damn country's for sale
Militia family smilin' while they auction off the scale
For sale, for sale, the whole damn country's for sale
For sale, for sale, the whole damn country's for sale
These motherfuckers just closed the deal, oh, no