Afraid of the World

A line was drawn in the sand

By a fool with a big stick and tiny hands

He promised a wall

Talked about greatness and dared to speak for me

But I'm not afraid of the world

I'm not afraid of the world

And I'm afraid of big money

The cold one percent

Castin' me out when I can't pay the rent

Claimin' the high ground when everything's spent

But I'm not afraid of the world

I'm not afraid of the world

A line was drawn in the sand

By a fool who claimed to be freedom's last stand

Tore up accords, arrested the neighbors, and dared to speak for me

But I'm not afraid of the world

I'm not afraid of the world

I'm afraid of big talkers who act like they know

Sacrifice, struggle, and life down below

The dizzying heights of the status quo

But I'm not afraid of the world

I'm not afraid of the world

As midnight approaches

An ominous cry from the wolves on the hill

And the hawks in the sky

Turn plowshare to sword

Turn letter to lead

Now enough with the discourse and bring out your dead

Sleep in the knowledge that somebody poorer than you

Is fodder for another useless war

Waged upon children

Smote from afar

By a hellfire volley and a victory cigar

I'm not afraid of the world

It's afraid of me

I'm not afraid of the world

It's afraid of me

I'm not afraid of the world

It's afraid of me

It's afraid of me

It's afraid of me

It's afraid of me