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Here's a protest song that goes out to my sister in Atlanta. For Rohnda.
What's this country coming to my friend?
When 99% of us take it on the chin
Those cats are gettin' fatter as they're throwing us away
And it's got to have our forefathers rolling in the grave
Now you work your butt off just to make a dime
While the upper 1% are doing fine
Tell me how we're spose to live when they take more than we can give
It's just us common folk they're screwing every time
They'll find some way to rain on your parade
Just when you think you've got it right and got it made
We 'oughta occupy 'em all until old Wall Street hits the wall
Let's find some way to rain on their parade
Tell me how's an honest person gonna pay
With all the bailouts that them bankers throw our way
Well the more we try to swim against that ever growing tide
The more them big-wheeled bureaucrats are drowning us alive
Before long they'll have us all locked up away
Just for trying to try to make it through the day
There ain't no justice anymore. You just get poorer if you're poor.
And I don't believe they've heard the words fair play
They'll find some way to rain on your parade
Just when you think you've got it right and got it made
We 'oughta occupy 'em all until old Wall Street hears our call
Let's find some way to rain on their parade
We gotta occupy 'em all
Or this nation's bound to fall
If we don't find some way to rain on their parade
So let's find some way to rain on their
Find some way to rain on their
We gotta' find some way to rain on their parade