The 99% for the One
There was a time
When our eyes shined
Brightly so
With the thought of tomorrow
But nowadays
There is a haze
That's left us blind
With no hope to find
You had it all before
But you wanted more
Hoarding extra wealth
While we struggled for our health
Now there's nothing left
For your ravenous theft
We're skin and bones
Record that with your phones
They took it all
And watched us fall
While they had fun
The 99% for the one
There was a time
When this divide
Was a thing of pride
Before it cost human life!
You had it all before
But you wanted more
Treating our diseases
Instead of finding a cure
Now there's nothing left
For your ravenous theft
We're sleeping on the streets
Think about that under your sheets
You have it all now
But you still need more
And when we asked for help
Well you just slammed your door
And then you complain when you hear our
Sobs and moans
But your fortune was built
On our broken bones!
We never wanted much
Just enough to be happy
Money for clothes and rent
Without leaving our bank account spent
Some left over for a fucking vacation or two
Instead of working everyday
Through and through!
But that dream's long gone
It's old in heart and song
We both know it'll never be true
So just give me my food
Enough for my family
I'll bring it to them and make due
Then come back here
Be chained, shackled, and speared
Until it's time again to work for you
When our eyes shined
Brightly so
With the thought of tomorrow
But nowadays
There is a haze
That's left us blind
With no hope to find
You had it all before
But you wanted more
Hoarding extra wealth
While we struggled for our health
Now there's nothing left
For your ravenous theft
We're skin and bones
Record that with your phones
They took it all
And watched us fall
While they had fun
The 99% for the one
There was a time
When this divide
Was a thing of pride
Before it cost human life!
You had it all before
But you wanted more
Treating our diseases
Instead of finding a cure
Now there's nothing left
For your ravenous theft
We're sleeping on the streets
Think about that under your sheets
You have it all now
But you still need more
And when we asked for help
Well you just slammed your door
And then you complain when you hear our
Sobs and moans
But your fortune was built
On our broken bones!
We never wanted much
Just enough to be happy
Money for clothes and rent
Without leaving our bank account spent
Some left over for a fucking vacation or two
Instead of working everyday
Through and through!
But that dream's long gone
It's old in heart and song
We both know it'll never be true
So just give me my food
Enough for my family
I'll bring it to them and make due
Then come back here
Be chained, shackled, and speared
Until it's time again to work for you
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon O'brien, Matt Mullany, Tom Depiro
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