Royal Flush

Damn. It smells rotten in here. Grab the soap. Grab the bleach. Watch your boots. Yeah. Up in the high rise sipping from champagne glasses, While the sewage leaks down on the lower classes. They got the pipes clogged up with their lies And greed, ignoring everything the working class Actually need. The gears are stripping out, Grinding all their trust, 'cause the suits in DC Turned the boom into a bust. They think they're safe behind the gates and the Heavy doors, but their bullshit is coming up through The marble floors. The pressure gauge is red. The pipe is gonna burst. We tried to play it nice, but now we Bring the worst. Got the leaders and elites shaking In their shoes, 'cause the people are coming for The ones that lit the fuse. Flush it out. Wash it down the drain. Time to scrub away the dirt and the political Stain. Yeah, stand back. We have to push. Give the handle a pull for the royal flush. Clean house. Clean house. Yeah, get the plunger, get the acid, Get the heavy-duty hose. Hold your breath 'cause the stench is gonna burn Your nose. They've been sitting at the table eating Steak and lobster tails, while the rest of us Are worried about the rusty guard rails. No more deals in the dark. Turn the floodlights on. Watch the roaches scatter when the darkness is gone. Yeah, you built a dirty empire on a foundation Of sand. Now the mud is taking over, Reclaiming the land. Tick-tock, the blockage is clearing. Can you hear that sound? That's the sound of the bottom falling out. Bye-bye. Flush it out. Wash it down the drain. Time to scrub away the dirt and the political Stain. Yeah, stand back. We have to push. Give the handle a pull for the royal flush. Clean it all out. Finally A... Fresh start.