Guarded by prison walls.
With barbed wire and electronic fences
We keep the commoners out.
Class War they call this building
As we demolish away their housing.
The students must have it all
The divine right of kings is theirs.
A commoner lives in this palace
A crack in an airtight system.
A commoner lives in this palace
An appeasement to end the revolutions.
But a commoner is he still?
Now he eats his fancy dinners
And is paid enough to drink each night
While he lives inside these palace walls.
The system wants to buy him
To steal him from those to whom he came.
But if the system buys him now
What hope will others have?
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