Robber Barons

We aren't all just sheep in need of saving
Some are lost and others are wandering, grazing
Once we've had our fill of the local fauna
Onward plodding, never done
The markets are failing, their pensions deflating
The American daydream a phantom in white weave
And all the while barons are hoarding their money
Slowly raising buildings to the sky

People, there're so many people
You forgot that in numbers they hold the power
I can hear their voices drowning your laughter
And slowly, steadily they'll pull you
Downward into the mud maw
Your prophets were golden and now they're all lead weight
I can see the suits riding subways with addicts
The difference indiscernible to me



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Jordan
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