Just one murder from utopia
He slides the blade of cornucopia
Rivers of blood and feed the rich
Trickle down has just one hitch

It doesn't work
And Souza's dead
Just one murder from utopia

Feed the poor with cake not bread
And think that's what she really said
Remove the nuance, redact on sight
Embrace tyranny and live the night

It doesn't work
And Bravo's dead
One more murder from utopia

Pulled the trigger, watched him die
Had it coming, treacherous spy
I can’t think if it was right
They pay me now I fight the fight

It doesn't work
And Sharma's dead
One more murder for utopia

Not to speak word of this
Silence freelance journalists
Mustn’t let them read your news
Infected with your foreign views

It doesn't work
And Khashoggi's dead
Just one murder for utopia

Love and sympathy for the poor
Unless they’re knocking at your door
And socialism’s truly great
If they’re rich enough to hate

It doesn't work
Denora's dead
One last murder, there’ll be utopia

Enough to eat on your plate
As long as you support the state
It’s a bargain that sounds fair
New reality, nothing's there

It doesn't work
Komarov's dead
Patients, murder, oh utopia

Get a doctor, someone, quick
I can’t be pictured while he’s sick
And hush the fact about great health
And correlation with great wealth

It doesn't work
Tiwari's dead
Just a murder your utopia

The witch now dead and the golden goose
Its egg, its bed, its child is noosed
I’ve made a killing, selling utopia
Beautiful bodies, a cornucopia

It never works
You list the dead
Just one murder from utopia