"So what exactly do you do?"
"I'm on the board of directors at Lockheed Martin.
I run an oil and gas business"

First we're thinking local,
soon we get results.
Then we make it global,
enterprise expands.

First we're thinking local,
soon we get results.
Then we make it global,
enterprise expands.

First we're thinking local,
soon we get results.
Then we make it global,
enterprise expands.

First we're thinking local,
soon we get results.
Then we make it global,
enterprise expands.

[Floralis]
Hey, hello, hi, it’s the perfect worker,
The “Stand Up” bitch with the smile that urks ya,
Spreadsheet up, it’s the highest earner,
On the phone with a drone, it’s the Third World vulture,
David sits alone at his desk, he thinks of his childhood dreams,
And he works aerospace, he calls up a mine, and reaps from the DRC,
And he’s out in Shoreditch with his manager,
And he says he works in space to chat up some girls,
When he moans in the night, the jets start their flights,
They wave at the world as it says goodnight
Falling down on the empty caskets,
Dave ignores every thought of Gaza,
So write down a note to your friends and loved ones,
And bring your guns to the WeWorks Office

Shoot ‘em when they’re packing up their laptops,
Did that hurt? That’s too bad,
Like bang (bang) bang (bang)
Capitalism gone mad,

[htmljones]
Gunned down CEOs make me hard,
The richest? Put you in last,
Flagrant killers got no scars,
And you weep on TV like star,
Nothing to earn, got your future in stacks,
Ain't that stupid?
Ay, ay html, with Rose we're taking the world,
Smash the, smash the demon of shell,
Set fields alight in your hall,
Think about this,
Your violence comes with its risks,
You took the piss,
Cut you like cyst,
Back off our shit,
Back off our shit,
I hear you're feeling lonely,
Sad CEOs should. call me,
I'll come to your hotel,
Make you feel like it's all well,
Crack your features, tease a smile out,
Slit your throat I'll sell what comes out,
Leave you on the matted floor,
And I can't wait to do it more

[Floralis]
Shoot ‘em when they’re packing up their laptops,
Did that hurt? That’s too bad,
Like bang (bang) bang (bang)
Capitalism gone mad,