Fat Cats from The World by Perception Check

Wake up in the morning and it's so damn cold
To the highest bidder the heat is sold
The golden mansion that sits in the sky
Fades to the smog that's clouding our eye

On the ground, you will hear the sound
Of little mice running around, running around
As they pick up tiny crumbs that come from a bigger piece
Of the pie, of the pie that's dropping to their feet

And the cats get fat as they take a little more
From the hands of the poor
And the cats get fat as they eat a little more
A little more, a little more

Life gets hard when you live below the wage
That you need to burst out of the cage
That binds you, confines you, and blinds you
From the game that's rigged to make us all lose

And the cats get fat as they take a little more
From the hands of the poor
And the cats get fat as they eat a little more
A little more, a little more

So you say you wanna fix our economy?
Well try spreading all your wealth and your money
To the people, the class, the hard working masses
The ones who aren't just sitting on their asses
To make ends meet; They're dying on their feet
The rats who run through the maze to get to the cheese
But maybe you can't see it through your “affluenza”
All that greed is making you fatter

And the cats get fat as they take a little more
From the hands of the poor
And the cats get fat as they eat a little more
A little more, a little more
And the cats get fat as they steal a little more
From the hands of the poor
And the cats get fat as they claim a little more
A little more, a little more

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