Lyrics:
(You goddamn right)
You were put here to protect us
But who protects us from you?
Or should I say, who are you protecting?
The rich? the poor
The rich man stands in front of me,
The poor man behind my back.
They believe they can control the game,
But the juggler holds another pack.
I need
on the parkways
Rich man, poor man, either way American
Shoved into the lost and found
The no-nukes yell "we're gonna all go to hell"
With the next big meltdown
life's other side.
The next was a scene of two brothers
Whose pathways so diff'rent had led
One lived the life of a rich man
The other one begged for
One man say, restore the peace by any means
Shoot first, then question your enemies
Look how the people been sufferin'
Before now, this a for
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
bitch
The niggas that would call a bitch
Why'all be rich
So Short, what you mean?
I bet, I be a poor girl's dream
More money than she ever seen
This
Summer night in harlem man it's really hot!
Well it's too hot to sleep I'm too poor to eat
I don't care if I die or not!
Winter night in
was peddling 'caine
In the, form of crack, she said that was a no-no
Cause it's a poor man's girl, and I will never give love
To how fast heroine,
I'll make my mind up
When I see them at the Céili
To be a poor man's wife will be
A life of washin' dishes
When a rich man's wife will surely have
tall drink of water
Onward rich man, poor man
cll the while
Let your wonder woman
Ride by your side
Let her pull the wool down
From your eyes
There's
be lost
But for the grace of God
I can see that old man
He's walking past our door
And I've been told that he's rich
But he seems so poor
many times can a good heart break?
Well, I keep fallin' for all them bad boys:
Poor or rich as dirt.
Lots of fun, and I ain't jokin',
But every time
people
Right
The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the rich people
'Cause the rich people gonna be so fat
And they gonna be
Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief –
Don't need sense when you've got belief
Turn by turn
Pull from the left, pull from the right
Middle will only get
the road, poor boy
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down the road
Tom Joad, he met a truck driving man
There he caught him a ride
He said, I just got loose from
many parts
And I'm the first to agree
That I'm still lookin' round for the man that is me
I'm a dreamer by nature
And I've always been
Looking for
Rich man's folly and poor man's dream
I painted these
While beavers built dams all around me
And come September, come fall
Holding a job was not
how they're living it up
While the poor they eat from hand to mouth
The rich is drinkin' from a golden cup
And it just makes me wonder
Why so many
of a preacher
And he was a rich poor man
No a.c.
And no FM
And no regrets
In my Chevette
Yeah
In my Chevette
The winter cracked the highway
And we
it up
While the poor they eat from hand to mouth
The rich is drinkin from a golden cup
And it just makes me wonder
Why so many lose, so few win
whiskey an Excedrin too
Man I'm stressed out but it's looking
Up and thats a start
Might not be on the radio but this is art
I just wanna get by that's
in
All the latest fashion
But she is rich, and he is poor
She needs company he needs a helping hand
He needs money she needs a man
You'll see them
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