Do you ever
wonder? Does it ever seem strange
When you work so hard, but nothing
seems to change?
There are things going on that you
never see.
It's all in the hands of people
like me.
It's been this way since a long
time ago:
The rich sons of bitches are
running the show.
We buy whatever we want. We do
whatever we please.
We burn a barrel a day in our SUVs.
You may think we're greedy, but we
don't want a lot—
Just another Ferrari, another 90-foot
yacht
With a waterfront villa in Monaco.
The rich sons of bitches are
running the show.
This Golden Rule business just
never gets old;
We make all of the rules 'cause
we've got all of the gold.
But the thing that thrills what's
left of our souls
Is having our fingers on all the
controls.
It really is good to be the CEO.
The rich sons of bitches are
running the show.
We never worry what's legal. We
never worry what's fair.
We never worry at all, 'cause we
really don't care.
We know people get hurt by the
things we do,
But we don't give a fuck what
happens to you.
We always sell high, and we always
buy low.
The rich sons of bitches are
running the show.
The rich sons of bitches are
running the show.
The rich sons of bitches are
running the show.
This extravagant lifestyle is all
we know,
So we're robbing your nest egg to
feed our cash flow.
Whatever it takes to keep the
status quo.
The rich sons of bitches are
running the show.
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