FIGHTING BACK
Every day I count the change
That's jangling in my pocket
To buy the gas to reach the job,
And I know I haven't got it.
My piggy bank is empty now,
My boots are full of water.
You -- you call it conservation.
Me -- I call it slaughter but
Chorus:
I'm fighting back, fighting back!
With everything that's in me.
Like a cornered rat when the maze
runs out
And I know they're gonna get me.
We're all at war; it's a bloody
mess.
The dream is to be free.
You cut back more 'til I lose my
mind
But I just can't let it beat me!
Smile glibly now at the camera man
As we cry in exasperation.
Take billions from the small guys
pay
To spend on inaugerations.
We've got power plants to blow us
up,
Bombs to fight for this side.
You call it strategy for peace.
Me, I call it homicide, and (chorus)
Old people die when it gets too cold;
Babies cry when hungry.
My house is gone for the taxes due
And my purse is always empty.
Rich man, just ignore the poor,
Don't offer us your reasons.
Call it anything you want --
Me, I call it treason, and (chorus)
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