In my wonder-ridden goat farm
I will have my perfect life plan
Where my Masters feed and house me
Just as long as I do work
They provide me food and water
Till the day I go to slaughter
They will patch the little scratches
If I fight with other goats
And if I pay my dues I might
Own my private cage out right
So the other goats will see
That of a mate I am deserved
I don't get even slightly bored
My flat screen can't be ignored
I am told who are the good guys
And who're the crazies to avoid
That is why I'll pay some extra
So the Police go and arrest them
While I thank my lucky stars
For the locks my cage's got
To keep me and my goat-mates plastered
Every day we rise our glasses
And thank our mighty Masters
Seeing why we pay the taxes
As our Farm takes on the next lot...
I'm the taxpayer
Work for my slayer
To change the future
Put forward nurture
Good or evil choice-of
Grow money or grow love
Now it's your turn to learn
Feel the Bern!
Feel the Bern!
Feel the Bern!
End greed and poverty, let people give and earn
Feel the Bern!
Feel the Bern!
Watch an un-bribed leader born
Feel the Bern!
Do what you can, help make things turn
Feel the Bern!
Feel the Bern!
And feel the Bern!