Say good morning to my friends Oh, my Lord, it's 6 a.m. The day ain't nothin' but a sentence paid You work so hard and nothin' changed The union crooks treat me like a pawn They said to strike and I lost my job The folks back east, they say the market's fine I heard that before 1929 When Black Tuesday comes it'll be a hit Right out of the air into the pit There's one out now said The President War World Three will make your poor horns bend All the old boys said they could make it last Like Vietnam without a draft Got the best in the biz for the marketing, yeah We'll turn the Marlboro Man into a marine The brave youth will come from far and wide When 911 is the battle cry Well, this American, proud tradition Yes, they pulled the switch and cried for vengeance If your God forgave all of your sins Then why would you make martyrs out of them? For money? Or power? Or glory? Do you even care?