Working Class Slob

Near the turn of the century, we told to shut up and learn.

Truth depends on what truth is in relative terms.

For each lie that gets swallowed or spit from afar

Leaves a stain on your dress, but you'll get no cigar.

In the land of the free, now the home of the slave

Lives the working class slob who gets taxed to the grave

All fr the lazy and alien, stupid and poor

Uncle Sam raids your wallet and he's looking for more.

Working class slob

Working class slob

Working class slob

Working class slob

See the working class slob as he sweats for his pay,

While some government hack gives his money away

Was there ever a doubt once we gave them all power

We'd get taxed every day while they spend every hour

From the head of his class to the back of the line

In the interest of fairness or so the doctrines opine

From their ivory towers hear the harpies harsh drones

While the working class stiff sheds more skins than he owns

You working class slob.

Working class slob

Working class slob

Working class slob

As the captains of industry lie in their beds

Mom and Pop close up shop as the wealth quickly spreads.

See the pink slips increase as the unions decline

Uncle Sam feeds them bread that was yours and was mine.

See the parrots all parley with the wolves in the pack

All the donkeys keep braying, the slaves are pushed to the back.

To the back of the bus here comes change that will last.

See the edge of that cliff? Yes, it's coming up fast.

You working class slob.

Working class slob

Working class slob

Working class slob

Now there might be a moral to the end of this tale.

Ask the pimps we've elected, all their tricks are for sale.

Whatever you call it, here's the thing you must do.

Just hand them your wallet and your grandchildren's, too.

Working class slob

Working class slob

Working class slob

I'm a working class slob.