What do you know about suffering and pain Lived your whole life in fortune and fame Never had to fetch the scraps from under tables Havent you ever noticed the rich dont wear labels
We struggle and fight just to be seen by a doc The insurance company just put us on the block The blade is sharp ready to swing at any moment Our necks are bare as we wait for the blade to stroke it
Health care in America is a joke to the world The richest nation ever but we cant save little girls Little boys are just as bad they send them home to die If you cant afford the meds the pharmacy dont even try
The politicians say no this would be a bad thing Health care for everyone has a social ring The rich shall live and the poor shall die If it aint broke dont fix it the good old boy lie
They pretend that they care with their speaches on TV Talking about no money in the budget for you and me But they get the best of care come rain or shine While the rest of America is hopelessly dying
Can we get some truth in office a politician who cares About the common men and women who built this country fair From the ground we built it and only asked for a piece Of the American dream just a piece of the feast
A little land to call home without a bank on our backs A reliable car so to our job we can make tracks Some insurance for our babies so they can live long Some money for school so our kids can read and sing songs
But most of all we just want to be treated equal Of the past 200 years we dont want to see a sequal So many have died and given limbs for us to be free Yet the rich make moot their sacrifices constantly
We are patriots and we love the land we me made great From coast to coast from the 1700"s till to date People from all over the world have made this their home Have worked the very land and tilled this black loam
Stop the greed at it"s source there"s enough wealth for all Or one day we"ll quit and this great land will fall There will be no factories, no farms, and no plants No one to serve them when the rich want to dance
The Bible says a worker is worth being paid his or her wage Our workers have dignity but we put them in a cage The time has come for love to be revealed And all of our old wounds to be forgotten and healed
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