To sing the blues all you have to do is read the news
To see we are ruled by laws and all are falling
From politicians to executive positions
to laymen and the like
Never free to do as they please without
being controlled by the tax hike
And if you don't pay they will say
you are put away into the category
Of rebel, rebel, a devil in disguise
a hell of a way to be portrayed with lies
All's I am wanting is something I can say
I get what I pay for, is that too much to pray?
For the dollar doesn't fly as far as it use to travel
now I guess it is grounded, and yes,
we ought to not have the gavel
Pound down on the ground making that sound final
But the way we pay these days are to say it's okay
to spend until it is gone
What happened to save for peace to behave in ways
we would never have a song
Sing in the things we can bring with us in the end
after we live in this world of consumerism
my friend
We have to laugh at all we have, a bed and a breath
of air to care
For all those who go without and are ahead before
death and despair
They live for today, not worried if they gave, or if
they saved every dollar
They have a life without the strife of daring to share
with their brother
They laugh at all we have and can be happier still
Then the man who can count his cash and live on
top of the hill
They take in all they need and make do with what
they got
Without complaint of what ain't, as the saints
forsake their lot
And give them peace as we need to increase every
breath we have fought
Over in the clover after all they're the rock and
rollers and we're the singers with a shot
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