Save the economy
I am walking through a ghost town
It is been like this for weeks
The wind is biting through my coat
There is no one on the streets
And all the barbers, all the bars
And all the record stores
Windows filled by hollowness
And it is getting worse
The worker bees cannot work no more
No money in their pocket
And suddenly it all comes down
Like a crashing rocket
And then the voices and the shouts
And the screaming for release
And a whisper of rebellion
Is going through the streets
Save the economy
Let the rich men pay
Let the rich men pay
Let the rich men pay
Let the rich men pay
There is money on the bank accounts
To save the people twice
The worker bees are working
While the queens are shooting dice
Ranking money over health
Who needs it anyway
But tables they are turning
We let the gamblers pay
Save the economy
Let the rich men pay
Let the rich men pay
Let the rich men pay
Let the rich men pay
Who treats me when I'm sick - it is not the men on top
Who takes a risk to save me - it is not the men on top
Who keeps this world from dying -
It is not the men on top
Who gets the biggest paycheck - it is the men on top