Don’t fall the dollar

Don’t call the cops

Know well your daughters,

Your sons, & your chops

The fellows who run us

Will… …run us for good

But the truth will come out

In your books & Hollywood

& the time will be reckoned,

& all the world will soon see

That they’ve been bamboozled

Just as sure as you …& me

When you’re up, …they love you (hate you)

& when you’re down, it’s party time

Worm turns & the joke’s on you

…There’s a reason for that rhyme

Because man has always been feeble

Full of loathing & anger & blind pride

Not just my people, …your people, that’s right

All of ours, all o yours, & all those who’ve died

Songwriters, poets, have known it for years

One day the wile wile West would subside

But there’s a line drawn ‘tween the people

& those they vote for, those who reside…

On the clean side of the tracks where

Only the privileged have a word o say

(& only those who play ball…baby)

(No) They cannot hear the brunt of the joke you hail!

…Way up there beyond their wall of smoke & mirror;

Their wall of…grope…& terror.  Their wall of bad news & sorrow;

Their wall will separate the people from their marrow.  Their wall

Has never…been real; their wall has been the death in our fields….

Who built the walls, was it you & me?  No.  So, redirect your scrutiny

Not we, the people, …we’ve been chained to the post.  We are the patsies

& the bloody scapegoats.  Just try to recognize that we’re much like you, really

Yeah sure, there’re wingnuts who do walk these streets.  But they only follow

“Said” majority, …who won’t ever know my loyalty.  Because the hope

Is there for you & me.  It’s not a liberal left-wing thing…

Come sing a commoner’s heady tune

Or see the tides turn on you real soon……………………………..