[male
vocals] (
A
steady,
rhythmic
acoustic
guitar
groove
kicks
in) (
Soft
percussive
pulse)
Yeah,
keep
your
eyes
open.
Listen
to
the
sound
of
the
gavel.
It’
s
time
to
look
closely
at
the
ledger.
The
nation
is
on
the
block,
hear
the
auctioneer
call
Come
one,
come
all,
big
money
standing
tall
Open
up
the
vault,
Mr.
Investor,
let
the
gold
flow
You
bought
the
seats,
now
watch
the
status
quo
grow
We
elected
the
voices
to
carry
our
dreams
But
they
sold
off
the
fabric
and
busted
the
seams
We
planted
the
hope
in
the
soil
of
the
land
But
we
harvested
thorns
by
the
reach
of
their
hand
The
country
is
selling,
hear
the
auction
call
Bid
on
the
future,
watch
the
market
fall
We
planted
the
seeds
but
the
garden
is
gone
The
price
tag
is
rising
from
dusk
until
dawn
Yeah,
the
country
is
selling,
hear
the
auction
call
They
auctioned
the
rivers,
they
auctioned
the
shore
The
public
servants
knocking
at
the
corporate
door
They
fed
off
the
marrow,
they
drained
out
the
soul
Left
the
people
with
a
bowl,
losing
all
control
If
you’
re
living
and
breathing,
you
better
take
a
look
Check
your
own
conscience,
flip
through
the
book
Is
there
a
flicker
of
pride
left
behind
in
your
chest?
Or
are
we
just
spectators
at
this
corporate
quest?
The
country
is
selling,
hear
the
auction
call
Bid
on
the
future,
watch
the
market
fall
We
planted
the
seeds
but
the
garden
is
gone
The
price
tag
is
rising
from
dusk
until
dawn
Yeah,
the
country
is
selling,
hear
the
auction
call
Values
are
trading
like
stocks
on
the
wire
Everything’
s
burning
in
the
heat
of
the
fire
Even
the
idols
are
tagged
with
a
price
Rolling
the
bones,
playing
loaded
with
dice
From
pennies
to
millions,
the
value
has
shifted
The
weight
of
the
silence
has
finally
drifted
Don’
t
look
away
while
the
gavel
swings
low
The
curtain
is
rising
for
the
final
show
We
put
them
in
power
to
lift
up
the
light
But
they
chose
the
shadows
in
the
dead
of
the
night
It’
s
time
to
awaken,
it’
s
time
to
stand
still
Before
they
auction
the
rest
of
our
will
Your
voice
is
the
currency
they
can’
t
afford
So
stand
for
the
truth
and
hold
the
chord
The
country
is
selling,
hear
the
auction
call
Bid
on
the
future,
watch
the
market
fall
We
planted
the
seeds
but
the
garden
is
gone
The
price
tag
is
rising
from
dusk
until
dawn
Yeah,
the
country
is
selling,
hear
the
auction
call
Yeah,
the
ledger
is
open.
Read
the
numbers
carefully.
Don't
let
them
close
the
book
on
us.
Open
up
the
vault,
but
not
for
them.
Stay
awake.
Stay
aware. (
Music
fades
out
with
a
steady
rhythmic
pulse)