You've got a penthouse in the city
and another home in the Hills
You've got a corner office on the fifty-first floor
-and you walk on a carpet made of hundred dollar bills…
Well I look at you up there in your plush office chair
and I wonder what is going through your brain
As you look outside your window,
watch the people moving by below,
you must be thinking about your capital gains..
Now will you look me in the eye
and tell me exactly what it is you do
Correct me if I'm wrong,
but it seems to me that you
Make your money from the grueling work that other people do
While they're slaving away in fields and factories
you're sipping your coffee on Madison Avenue..
Should I call you evil?
Should I call you cruel?
Or did you just come from the right family
and go to all the right schools?
Tell me, what do you think of your life?
Does it feed your soul
'cause the life you are making for us
is spinning out of control ?
You tell me this is fair
You tell me that they'll get their share
You say that you worked hard to get there
But I'm asking if you see
From that tinted window in the air
How many people must be poor
So you can be a billionaire?.
You say this is the way it has to be
to be competitive in the economy
Poverty is a market incentive to keep people from being lazy
And I say to you
if you believed that shit they taught you in school
you must be crazy..
Sometimes it makes me angry
Sometimes I'd like to cry
How many people 'been working all their lives
for nothing they'll be working until they die..
Should I call you evil?
Should I call you cruel?
Or did you just come from the right family
And go to all the right schools?
Tell me, what do you think of your life?
Does it feed your soul
'cause the life you are making for us
is spinning out of control..?
Sometimes blame is just like honey
It gets all over everything
And it's never enough to be careful
What you buy when you're shopping
In a land known for democracy
It's amazing how it comes to be
That freedom is the choice
between Coke and Pepsi…
So don't tell me your free markets
will satisfy our needs
Don't tell me that what's good
for Monsanto is good for me
You rob us of our livelihoods
and our grandmother's seeds
Your endless thirst for profit
Is.. a social disease
Should I call you evil?
Should I call you cruel?
Or did you just come from the right family
And go to all the right schools?
Tell me, what do you think of your life?
Does it feed your soul
'cause the life you are making for us
is spinning..
out of control..
and another home in the Hills
You've got a corner office on the fifty-first floor
-and you walk on a carpet made of hundred dollar bills…
Well I look at you up there in your plush office chair
and I wonder what is going through your brain
As you look outside your window,
watch the people moving by below,
you must be thinking about your capital gains..
Now will you look me in the eye
and tell me exactly what it is you do
Correct me if I'm wrong,
but it seems to me that you
Make your money from the grueling work that other people do
While they're slaving away in fields and factories
you're sipping your coffee on Madison Avenue..
Should I call you evil?
Should I call you cruel?
Or did you just come from the right family
and go to all the right schools?
Tell me, what do you think of your life?
Does it feed your soul
'cause the life you are making for us
is spinning out of control ?
You tell me this is fair
You tell me that they'll get their share
You say that you worked hard to get there
But I'm asking if you see
From that tinted window in the air
How many people must be poor
So you can be a billionaire?.
You say this is the way it has to be
to be competitive in the economy
Poverty is a market incentive to keep people from being lazy
And I say to you
if you believed that shit they taught you in school
you must be crazy..
Sometimes it makes me angry
Sometimes I'd like to cry
How many people 'been working all their lives
for nothing they'll be working until they die..
Should I call you evil?
Should I call you cruel?
Or did you just come from the right family
And go to all the right schools?
Tell me, what do you think of your life?
Does it feed your soul
'cause the life you are making for us
is spinning out of control..?
Sometimes blame is just like honey
It gets all over everything
And it's never enough to be careful
What you buy when you're shopping
In a land known for democracy
It's amazing how it comes to be
That freedom is the choice
between Coke and Pepsi…
So don't tell me your free markets
will satisfy our needs
Don't tell me that what's good
for Monsanto is good for me
You rob us of our livelihoods
and our grandmother's seeds
Your endless thirst for profit
Is.. a social disease
Should I call you evil?
Should I call you cruel?
Or did you just come from the right family
And go to all the right schools?
Tell me, what do you think of your life?
Does it feed your soul
'cause the life you are making for us
is spinning..
out of control..
Contributed by giorgio - 2012/3/12 - 14:21
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