THE YUPPIE HAS TO DIE
here's a story sad and low. about a yuppie that i know. he never stopped to look in the mirror. he tried to buy a broken dream, he would be in control. but the dream had a large appetite. he clawed here, and gouged there, up the ladder he went. but each rung was slicker than the last. his conscience deserted him and his friends did too. is it blood or money in his veins. chorus: he was a yuppie to the end, he was terrorized. he only had one truth, that was consume or die. and all his money, his lies and his nerve couldn't stop his victims from screaming out these words. the yuppie has to die. he never had enough, 'cause he got too greedy. he never learned to put any back. he stocked up and stockpiled, he thought he was ready. but now he's the one that's getting stalked and his friends that he used, that got him where he's going to. have not forgotten where he is. and all the pieces of his life are inside his laptop. even all the pieces that want out. (chorus) now we know bu this point, that he's going to ie. it's just a matter of how and when, i sure as hell won't cry. 'cause the wages of sin, well they are death. so i'm going to tell you, how we put him to rest. punk took his laptop. i grabbed his cellphone. we emptied his back account, then he just shrivelled up and died. (chorus)