Start from the bottom Work your way up Go through the daily grind Until you throw up You must work hard to advance In a system that’s corrupt Business moguls run the game How am I supposed to make the climb up? If I’m down here, looking up At the ivory towers claimed by the corrupt How am I going to get my chance? To make a name for myself I am no different than an old toy forgotten; And perched upon an old shelf The system is broke It no longer works It is corrupt and unjust It’s time to find one that works