Damn It Feels Good to Be a Street Sam

When the days have gone dark and the sky’s turnin’ gray,
everybody in the world, they’re just stayin enslaved
to technology, machines—we just fiends for the screen.
Lost in reality—can't find peace in your dreams.
Society sodomized by the lies and the greed—
addicted to their tech—corps keeping us weak.
We wheel and deal for them, and now we're waging their wars,
but because we're brainwashed we keep begging for more.

A sadistic twisted mad man living life out on the road—
an ex-corporate junkie— an ex-corporate drone.
Once a slave to the game, but now everything has changed—
pavin’ new landscapes and doin’ it my way.
Them corporate riches got too big for their britches—
undercutting the underbelly as they’re feeding us lies
and feasting on the lives where society lies,
but now it’s ‘bout that time—you know I gotta get mine.

Formulatin’ plots—making schemes and bombs—
and if I pull it off, it’s a hell of a con.
Kidnap a big wig for the highest bid,
collect the ransom while I’m watching him dig.
But it’s never ‘bout the funds—I just do it for fun,
‘cuz with my cybereye, I just want to watch him die.
Bang! Bang! to the brain—and the rest of the gang
that I got bound and gagged, I’ll just do the same thing.

I’ve got everything I need!
You will never see me bleed!
I know who and what I am!
God damn, it feels good to be a street sam!

The next stiff on the list—I’mma need a hand,
but through my networks I’ve got an inside man.
Have him hack into the database—mainframe, schematics—
invisibility to security cameras.
The voice in my ear, running me through the floors—
the eye in the sky opening all the doors.
And while the boss is workin’ late like a corporate hag,
I sneak behind the man—plastic bag.

Burn…
Burn…
I wanna watch it burn…
Burn…
Burn..
I wanna watch it burn!

An enslaved civilization to corporate domination—
status quo and mainstream—they just rule the population.
So the corporations greatest they'll just never see me coming—
plant a virus in their ‘ware and watch ‘em die by the hundreds
of millions with an infected system—
pathogens like wild fire—now civilians are reeling,
‘cuz over time we built a culture of lies—
suckin’ on the corporate tit so that we can survive.
I’d demolish electronics, but we’re too far gone.
The computers reaching everyone—we’re too brainwashed—
all mindless drones in this worthless cog
of the corporate game in which we’re playing along.

I’ve got everything I need!
You will never see me bleed!
I know who and what I am!
God damn it feels good to be a street sam!
I’ve got everything I need!
You will never make me bleed!
I know what the fuck I am!
It feels so damned good to be a street sam!

I’ve got everything I need.
God damn it feels good to be a street sam…
I’ve got everything I need.
So damned good to be a street sam…