| Damn the Man |
| Squeezing every penny Hoping to come up with a dime, But that's how it goes In these days and this time. High dollars for high rollers, Leaves me with this weight on my shoulders.? It should be a crime. Killing dreams for a dollar, While dancing all over my starched blue-collar. Give me stock options with no options at all. You sell off my future Before the Dow starts to fall. All the while, you play pity, But dance down your Ivory Halls. Working slaves been saying it Trying to make a stand, And now I'm joining in the chant, "Damn the man!" He's got me singing the blues, So he can strut around in some $600 shoes. Introducing his wife to girl, Gave them both a necklace of pearls, But we're the one he mostly screws Not even once distinguishing his lies from truths. Voted for him, Cause I thought he'd lead them Instead I'm stuck here Fighting for my own lack of freedom. Now that I know what you're doing, I take my stand. I walk tall and speak sternly when I say, "Damn the man!" ~CJM |
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