You can't write a song about old peoples' health
Or capital's opposition to humanity
You can't write a song about over-concentrated wealth
And its condescension towards democracy
Grandma's dying and Congress don't care
Down on their knees with millionaires
The air's getting dirty but Congress don't care
They're too busy bundling with billionaires
And it isn't just the bribes they tuck in their pants
They think they're experts at everything
And you'll only understand industry or finance
From the grandson of the name on the building
(chorus - children/water)
Don't worry, it's ok, this will all trickle
From the hard-working egomaniac jerks
To the millions of people we cut off the table
'Cause they wouldn't do our dirty work
If you can't work you don't deserve to live
You don't deserve anything at all
(chorus - fish/mountains)
This all depends on a definition of work
Set up by greed and starvation
It doesn't really matter how much time you put in
You'll never get past the desperation
(chorus - workers/sky has turned)
That'll keep 'em working
Workin' real hard
Only a billionaire knows
Grandma's dying but Congress don't care
Down on their knees for billionaires
