Brass Razoo

You got the world on its knees
You got the year by the collar
You get to keep every last brass razoo
You gotta pound every dollar

You've got to give the people spectacle
You've got to give the people land
You gotta give them people
Something they can understand

You've got a hundred years behind you
You've got a hundred years to go
You've got a hundred lovely super friends
Who turn into the foal

You've got to givе the people circusеs
You've got to give the people bread
You gotta get them people
Out of their own beds

(Alright)

You got the world on its knees
You got the year by the collar
You get to keep every last brass razoo
You gotta pound every dollar

You've got to give the people trinkets
You've got to give the people beads
You gotta give them people
Thistles, stones and weeds

(Whoo!)
(Yeah!)