Drive past a beggar sitting on the street
Riding in your Corvette with surround sound and heated seats
Of course it’s not your problem
That bum got there on his own
He didn’t work like you
To have the things you do
His plight’s way overblown
Hey why don’t we just kill off the poor
By using them to fight our wars
But don’t tell them they’re dying for Halliburton
No, instead give them a noble cause
Freedom, peace and liberty
Or maybe elusive WMD?
Because why should we pay for their mistakes?
We should be making them pay for theirs
We don’t want to be taxed to give them what they lack
So we’ll just ship ‘em off to Iraq!
....again, would make a better silly punk song complete with drunken cockney vocals and with about two different guitar chords to sustain the whole thing. Cheers.
