You got the gold   from selling our souls   Yeah, was that your goal?   Well that's not very nice      You got a clue   Yeah we're smarter than you   Now you stand accused of messing up your life      Everybody sing and dance and stand up   Everybody clap your hands   All my cronies got my back, back at ya   All the phonies turnaround      You lounged around while the jewel's in your crown   Let's just sleep on the ground   Eating scraps from your plate      There's no disguise from dollar signs in your eyes   and the truth about lies is there as clear as day (alright)      Everybody sing and dance and stand up   Everybody clap your hands   All my cronies got my back, back at ya   All the phonies turnaround      You take the crayon out of our hands   when the ink hadn't dried   You got instincts of a sixty four year old white guy   It's funny how the grass is greener on other side   You got a lot to lose   not much to gain   Listen to what the people say      Everybody sing and dance and stand up   Everybody clap your hands   All my cronies got my back, back at ya   All the phonies turnaround