Wealthy Gentlemen

Song by Cathy Fink ©2 Spoons Music, ASCAP God curse ye wealthy gentlemen in Congress don’t you see? Your healthcare that we pay for you is a benefit that’s free But those of us on ACA will struggle every day As our rates rise without a bump in pay, bump in pay As our rates rise without a bump in pay Your willingness to screw my healthcare’s such a bunch of crap Or holding on to grocery funds, the ones that we call SNAP I dare you each to go one week, give this an honest try To live only on the groceries SNAP will buy, SNAP will buy To live only on a the groceries SNAP will buy Got fear you if there’s heaven and God fear you if there’s hell Whichever door you knock on you are going to have to yell St. Peter nor the Devil want to deal with those who cry When they watch others suffer by and by, by and by When they watch others suffer by and by For you have shown no sorrow you have shown no empathy You held out when we suffered in the land of the free And when your soul is hovering between the earth and sky There is no parachute for you to try, you to try There is no parachute for you to try There is a 3rd gate you can try, you’ve given him a lot That’s Elon, yes, the trillionaire in space and maybe not And if a shuttle’s launching off to Mars or to the moon Please get in line you sorry sacks and don’t return too soon Please get in line and don’t return too soon