Folk Song for The Swamp

Oh, Oliver Anthony's song of the rich men north of Richmond has some heart.

So, Shanon's gonna sing on back to let you know how time feels,

cuz bro, she's almost 54 and been a fence rider most of the reels.

She sold her soul at the age of 15, to work for the King of Burger....

wore a stanky uniform, put in 20 hours, cashed out $60 dollars....

Can't quit school, droppin outs a bad rule, but Daddy hasn't taught her

how to fix her old used car.....

So she'll keep that backpack on all day with the teachers

as she flips some more burgers for the hypocritical preachers.....

Then she'll make her Mama happy cuz she don't drink and drive ----

but she'll secretly smoke a cigarette, just to say she's alive....

The world's always been this way, Judas tried to tell our Christ....

Don't matter if you're rich or poor or what you've sacrificed...

The world may have changed its face and sped up more than twice....

But it still don't cost us anything to be good, kind, or nice.....

Oh Billy tried to tell us how they love to make the rules....

But even if you follow them, they'll say you're just a fool...

And if you get too good at being right and smart at school....

They'll change the game again just to laugh and see you drool....

Politics is a dirty game. They act like your best friend.

You're always scratching your head confused seeing another dead end.

They say they want to help you, then say "Help Yourself"

Oh Billy tried to tell us all about this world of hell.

I can cry about the tax man while I see the wasted food.

I can cry about the fake ads asking for more money from the good.

I can cry about the liars or the theives that'll rob you blind.

But I won't cry for nothing, or the beauty of the kind.

No need to hate the welfare or the soup kitchen that feeds.

The taxes mostly go to the rich people and their greed.

No need to hate a poor one for saying chocolates a need,

especially when there's players using tax money for weed.