The Other Race

© 1979-1999 Quinn

I'm part of the other race.
Ther ain't no room here for me.
I'm part of the national disgrace.
Send the unemployed
back to thier own country.

Verse one

They keep unemployment high,
so the unions can't fight.
Most workers can't take the risk,
of a paupers' plight.

Verse two

No right, no money, no job,
for the unemployed.
No health, no future,
for the chronic destroyed.

Verse three

So the unemployed pay,
for capital gain,
the fat man sits in his office,
the unemployed in the rain.