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