"The State-Lottery" lyrics - PROPAGANDHI

Does it seem strange to you, the confetti, the balloons, the mile-wide grins?
The victory dance to welcome in the heir to a state of disrepair
'Cause it sure seems strange to me
They're acting like they won the lottery

Shouldn't they feel terror at the task that lies ahead?
To feed and house the people this system's left for dead?
And could I have hit the nail much harder on the head?
It's profits before lives, they are motivated by greed

First they taught us to depend on their nation states to mend
Our tired minds, our broken bones, our bleeding limbs
Now they've sold off all the splints and contracted out the tourniquets
And if we jump through hoops, then we might just survive

Is this what we deserve?
To scrub the palace floors?
To fight amongst ourselves?

As we scramble for the crumbs they spit out
Frothing at the mouth about the
Scapegoats that they've chosen for us

With every racist pointed finger
I hear the goosesteps getting closer
They no longer represent us, is it not our obligation
To confront this tyranny?