you act like you're rich don't you
throwing that away
you better eat everything on your plate
one day is coming, to take the food away
you'l be skin and bones, wasting away
don't say, "ain't no way"
pick up your fork start eating
it's history repeating
you'l see one day, if you're still living
It's coming in a cloud, humming real loud
like a jet plane, high on octane
It's a drone, pray, you're not at home
truth is truth, I''m no liar
I'm trying to, snatch you, from the fire