BIG GREEN BENCH
© 2001 Jesse Slokum
Now many folks think they're unique
Each of us imagining we're a paragon of virtue
And not some kind of grotesque freak
As if life were a game worth winning,
Where each one gets his or her due
But we're all just bums, we're all just bums
On a big green, a big green bench!
Well, don't get me wrong, this is just a song
I ain't no left-hand monkey wrench!
Neither am I an ubermensch...
Now, some bums been grabbin' it all
It's been going on since they laid
The first trans-atlantic cable
Setting the rest of us up to fall
Sitting back as their fortune's made
Buy their "bag hags" silk and sable
With tidy sums, with tidy sums,
Stashed in a vault, stashed in a vault
To pay the throng to kick the gong
Around, so no one will find fault
Or try to bring it to a halt
Making money out of both ends,
As if they had the perfect dodge
Calling their scheme the cutting edge.
Each sworn to an oath ends
Up serving some "hidden" lodge
They act more like hogs in a hedge
But we're all just bums...
Don't tell me about your theory
If you blame it on the commies
I'll say, don't forget the cappies
Aren't you getting real weary,
Of all the majestic mommies
With their thrones and papal pappies?
Wicked wenches, stench in trenches
When will it ever come to cease?
Benches, wrenches, fists in clenches
When will this earth ever know some true peace?
In the end, have we starved this planet
To give someone with a fat face
Crystallized thoughts carved in granite?
Is our future found out in space?
Tell me why some, tell me why some
Gotta have it all so plush
Does life belong to just the strong,
With hearts and minds lost in the crush?
Who's still naive enough to blush?
Some folks think money is ev'rything
Unless it counts it's not funny
Good thing nature does it for free!
Otherwise robins would never sing
And bees couldn't make their honey,
Sweet as love between you and me
No, bees wouldn't make their honey,
Sweet as love between you and me
(repeat last line and fade)
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