They forget pain, forget sorrow, Then live in the dark, pluck hairs, For that perfect look of tomorrow, They sick their dog on the poor, the immigrant, The downtrodden, the scapegoated. They give no Honest time to what the less fortunate have in store, They continue to work themselves for many an hour, Pick up where they left off happy and content, That all who oppose them will lose any help In bringing them down from their cloud of power, Then they take whatever they were after, laugh, Chop off any hand or cut off that which "offends," That stands in the way and slows them down, They will get what they are after and be the Most "handy helpers" helping themselves around.
You go to church on Sunday And then you've done your part. Instead of saying “I hate that ***** You just say “Bless her heart.” Monday starts the week anew With dog-eat-dog intention. Live and let live and the like Seldom rates a mention.
Help the poor and needy Doesn't pull too much weight When measuring by dollar signs To decide what is truly great. The Bible verses get changed: “Do unto others” is rewritten To “Do what we can get by with.” Thus is the common man smitten.
So you allow the Congress To do whatever they want: Outlaw our rights and rob us, Laugh at us and then flaunt That nobody can touch them As they bleed the land dry. We're just to bless their hearts While the watch us slowly die.
We can keep on pretending That everything is just, Then go to church on Sunday And brag about “In God we trust”, Or we could wake the hell up And start to participate In what used to be our country Right now before it's too late.
But that would mean standing up And not just going along And not following on party lines Not singing the downtrodden song. It means questioning our leaders, But, you see, right there is the rub. If we stop ourselves from being robbed We can't belong to the Hypocrite Club.