Turn the Page
Mr. G-man get away from my door
I can’t afford your kinda help anymore
Get your hand out my pocket
I don’t want to buy another rocket.
You say we need a financial diet
I think you’re a lying, that’s a riot
You paved your road with all our gold
And left us here out in the cold
Why is it as we grow ever old
You’re living well and growing bold
Life is good you claim to me
Hell I can’t even afford to pee
I think it is quite plain to see
You are the one who is heavy
It’s time to cut your growing wage
We need to see another page.
The founding papers said it’s all about we
It’s time for that the way to be
“We the people” that says we own it all
Maybe now you Americans will take my call
It’s time for us to buy it all back
Move our butt out of this shack
I promise it won’t be all that hard
To kick that bully off the yard
They focus on that middle road
But it is we at the bottom carrying the load
Time for you to see us shine
As we fix this crap and make it fine
Humaneomics is that a word
The finest word you ever heard
Look it up at K. I. Smet, read it clear
Then you’ll see there’s nothing to fear
Shoulder to shoulder it’s time to see
Us become finest Americans we can be
If I love you, and you can stand me
Then I know we can agree and say
Time to turn the page
Copyright © Gregory Cox | Year Posted 2010
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