Only the Roaches Survive

The “New World Order” had been implemented
And it spread like micro-waved margarine from the folks it complimented
A crimson torrent from the Heartland reaching and grasping
Until it expanded its Type-A tentacles hauling in all the gasping
They stood on the verandas of their mega estates
Martinis in one hand and caviar on their plates
They watched titillated as the wagons rolled by perched on chic, padded seats
And spoke of taxes they’d now save, the Collection of the dead, the near dead, the deadbeat

“A fire wiped out the Joneses today”
The elite shook their heads saying “Why didn’t they pay?”
“Because this America, and its pay as you go
Jonesey should’ve thought of that, and we’ve privatized woe”

The wagons moved on rolling West, then North, South and East
The driver waved to the most, and scooped up the least

“Remember the Hudsons? They used to belong to the club
But then when Big Steve got sick we had to give them the snub,
Because this is America and its pay as you go,
We don’t tolerate loafers, and we’ve privatized woe”

The wagons rolled on through our towns and our cities
Predator drones now re-booted to collect without pity

“Look, isn’t that Bill, and, oh shit, his hottie wife, Ann”
“Just mix the martini baby, with your sweet little hand
Because this is America and its pay as you go
Bill took a wrong turn and we’ve privatized woe”

The wagons gathered luxury cars, fur coats, big screens did they pluck
If you was down on your ass you were shit out of luck

“There goes Bob and Nancy, she had a beautiful boob job
They had such a gorgeous home, then Bob got laid off, the poor slob
Because this is America, and its pay as you go
Bob got dealt a bad hand and we’ve privatized woe”

Now the wagons made a pile of all the nation’s “crap”
A mountain of hubris and then they made a final lap

“They're comin’ for us, for Earl, Jewel and Jim. Already got Lisa. Already snagged Kim.
What the fuck were we hurtin’ back here in this lot, our lives are the only thing left that we got
Because this is America, and its pay as you go
We'll be dead in a few minutes and we’ve privatized woe

The wagons filled up with starving dogs and stray cats
Shopping carts, sleeping bags, old coats and faded hats
The recycling centers all closed up, just wasn’t the need
Only folks that was left, only recycled greed
The New World Order in America was a custom ordered place
A survival of the fittest with a total lack of grace
Now the elite are replete with their own unique brand of sinner
And they’ll soon kill each other off, who the hell’s gonna cook dinner?