Our Father; the Dollar.
(lyrics)
It’s all boiling down.
The winter is falling.
I don’t hear them scream aloud.
I just go to work.
Clock in, but there is no money in it.
It’s not funny, is it?
When you are working hard, (x2)
For no pay, (x2)
Killing each other for the almighty dollar.
He’s our father.
Pretend that it doesn’t matter
that You’re
Working hard, (x2)
For no pay. (x2)
It’s all boiling down.
The winter is falling.
I don’t hear them scream out loud.
Just go to work.
It won’t hurt if you don’t bother thinking,
thinking at all.
Working hard killing each other for a mighty dollar.
And don’t bother thinking,
Don’t bother thinking at all.
Categories: Original Music, Ted Giffin
It’s got to come from somewhere
It would be better if it grew on trees
You can try to print it
But your not that lucky
You can play the #
It’s got to come from somewhere
Push the paper
Feed your head
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A necessity of course, such a big deal about paper and ink.
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