Testo Fat Of The Land The Arrivals
I add it upI count it out
Consider all the figures
To realize that Iâve been cheated
Iâve seen their clothes
Iâve seen their cars
Iâve stepped in park-side mansions
Enough to know Iâve been mistreated
But then I take the bus from Cullerton to 95th Street
I take my daughter to their parks
I take the medicine the state provides for healthy workmen
Better on their stamps than in their cart
Did I smell anger, anger
Donât let it be my undertaker
No, thank them, thank them, for keeping me alive
Theyâre welcome to their dollar
Theyâll have their cake and weâll have ours as we drink on their dime
I walk among the glass steel towers
I borrow books and records
I glean the excess entertainment
And though Iâm fine to pay for mine, not if it keeps my hands bound
Iâm all for work, just not containment
Iâll praise a god who gives a dirty hand a worthy living
Iâll praise a mother who feeds her child
Iâll thank my lucky stars the rich will waste what theyâre not giving
Then gladly take whatâs rightly ours
Did I smell anger, anger,
Donât let it be my undertaker
No, thank them, thank them, for keeping me alive
Theyâre welcome to their dollar
Theyâll have their cake and weâll have ours as we drink on their dime
Did I smell anger?
Anger?
