Global Village
Copyright 1990 Thumper Productions:

There's a rich man, talking on tv.

Overweight, obnoxious, saying, hey look at me.

Well, I'm working really hard, I'm trying to make a living,

I'm keeping what I got, you know that I''m not giving,

anything away.

I make a million bucks a year

you know it's really clear

I'm earning what I'm gettin'

You know that I'm not letting,

any slip away.

There's a rich man, playing on tv.

He's scoring lot's of points, he's a miracle to see.

Well, he's working really hard, he's trying to make a living,

he's keeping what he's got, you know that he's not giving,

anything away.

He says I'm really good,

I shouldn't play for free

but all those million dollars,

they come from you and me. So don;t,

let that thought slip away

There's a rich man, watching his tv.

He has heat, lights, he has enough to eat.

Well he's working really hard, he's trying to make a lliving.

He makes 20 thou' a year, you know that he's not giving

anything away.

He says it's not my fault they're out there,

it's not that I don't care,

the government should handle it,

let the wealthy share,

but don't,

take anything from me.

There are women in the parks,

there are men out in the streets,

there are childern in the alleys,

don't have enough to eat.

There are people getting shot at

while they're hiding in their homes.

There mothers there are fathers,

dying all alone,

while bureaucracy, still stumbles.

There are bullets on the parkways,

there are bandits in the halls.

There are children selling bodies,

there are 1-900 calls.

There guns and bold hijackings,

there are drugs out in the street,

there are schools with teachers being shot,

yet those with lot's to eat

still mumble, cant' do anything at all.

Dear prudence,

help me make it through the night.

Dear prudence,

give me the strength to make it right.