We feed the people poison
Just to get paid
Poison makes em sick
We sell em pills to kill the pain
Pills got side effects
That make the people sicker
But we got pills for that
And we also sell them liquor
Profits really escalate
When everybody’s illin’
We take that dirty cash
And buy up politicians
We buy up the media
And people it with whores
If we need to change the subject
We start another war
by Richard W. Bray
Like Bill and George
He wants them speaking fees
So it’s the One Percent
That he’s gotta please
They steal our homes
They poison our kids
And our politicians
Seek the highest bid
His words are so pretty
But his words ain’t free
He don’t fight for the people
He fights for TPP
It’s incredibly sad
But it ain’t strange
Hope and Change
Just means more of the same
by Richard W. Bray
I’ll sing you a story
That ain’t no fable
Politicians begging scraps
Off a rich man’s table
They sing for their supper
They dance for dessert
American people
Get left in the dirt
Stealing from the poor
And giving to the rich
Leaving everyone else
Stuck in a ditch
So easy to buy
A congressional flunky
Like an organ grinder
With a cute little monkey
by Richard W. Bray
I love the working man
And I’d walk your picket line
But my wingtips give me bunions
And my sneakers need a shine
And it’s so darn hot
When I’m out in the sunny
You know I feel your pain
But I love that dirtymoney
Free trade ain’t so free
When we ship your job away
But those fat cats with their wallets
Will remember me someday
Disappearin’ factory jobs
Ain’t no kind of funny
You know I feel your pain
But I love that dirtymoney
All my favorite people
Are really corporations
Corporations don’t get sick
Or ask me for vacations
Politicians crave cash
Like a bear loves him some honey
You know I feel your pain
But I need that dirtymoney
by Richard W. Bray
