SO

So you make a little money

Off of somebody else's sweat

So some people starve a little

While you get fat

While you get fat

So you grind and grind

And you push and shove

And claim that those most worthy

Will get what they deserve

What they deserve

It can't be true

It can't be true

Because I've seen too many hungry faces

I've seen too many with the likes of you

It can't be true

For you everything has it's price

You give nothing away for free

If silence were truly golden

Chapman Tracy

I guess no one could sleep

No one could sleep

You have money at your fingertips

People at your beck and call

And you're fool enough

To think for a price

You can have the whole wide world

For all our sake's

And all our lives

We must hope the words

That come from your lips

We must hope those words are lies

For all our sake's

And all our lives

We must hope the dreams

Soulless visions that you have

Are never realized

So

You've got a big house

So what if your pockets are full

If you have an empty heart

You snap your fingers

And all the waters part

So what if the people bow down

If they show you no regard

Your left hand

Always watches your right

So what if you trust in God

If you can't sleep at night

You think you've made it

You think you've got what everyone wants

So what if you're a big fat man

With an empty little heart

Who has made a little money

Off of somebody else's sweat

Who watched the people starve

While you got fat

While you got fat

You got fat

You got fat ^[1]