Location! Location! Location! (for Roger)

Burn down the temples
Burn down all the homes
And the lives of those who don't matter much on the streets of Rome
'Cause the old mansion was never big enough
And if a space should clear up, well, how about that luck

So, pick up your fiddle
Move out of the way
And we'll let the oil trickle down today

Do you need expansion
How about a war
As always, there's millions to be made through the suffering of the poor
'Cause the old empire just wasn't big enough
There's a time-honored tradition for to deal with that stuff

You just conscript a couple children
Send them overseas
And let their blood trickle onto the beach

In the eighties taking office
With red boldly displayed
For the the working class, the unions, for all those you'd soon betray
'Cause David Richwhite just wasn't rich enough
And Roger wants to play Ayn Rand and there's business left undone

Though you've sold off the country
And laid off most everyone
And we're still waiting for things to trickle down forty years on

And where I grew up
In the ashes next to where you live
12 in one hundred killed themselves while they were still goddamn kids
There's no homes, no future, no jobs and no more hope
But I'm told business is booming for the guy who's selling rope

But the day will come
When we tear what you built down
It might not matter to you
If by then you are in the ground
But I'll make you this promise
We'll march down to your grave
And what'll trickle down will wash what's left of you away