BIG GREEN BENCH© 2001 Jesse SlokumEach 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) |