lyrics: “The rich and the poor”

“The rich and the poor”

My sexy cousin said she wishes she could find a real man, Cause all the boys she knows are nearly thirty years old.

I told her that she needs to stop looking in the suburbs, Where all the fools are lining up to fit into a mold.

They complain that their mommy never gave them enough ice cream. Their daddy didn’t tell them that he loved them every day.

Their neighbor tried to kill them with a blow torch and a chain saw, yet their problem with the world is that one church hates gays.

No, that church doesn’t hate you. That church doesn’t love you. That church simply goes about their business… of guilt.

The state doesn’t hate you. The state doesn’t love you. The state simply goes about their business… of coercion.

A storm doesn’t hate you. A storm doesn’t love you. A storm simply thunders and blows and pours.

One god doesn’t hate you. One god doesn’t love you. One god simply shines on the rich and the poor.

 

 

A politician said he wants us all to avoid hard drugs, to concentrate on easy drugs the CIA brought in.

Some officials were convicted, so their leader gave them pardons, and that should send a message to all naive prosecutors.

That plus fifty bullets in one DEA agent (who threatened that he’d testify so he could be a hero).

Another earnest patriot is scared of failing in their duty, reading from a script written for them to worship it.


No, that church doesn’t hate you. That church doesn’t love you. That church simply goes about their business… of guilt.

The state doesn’t hate you. The state doesn’t love you. The state simply goes about their business… of coercion.

A storm doesn’t hate you. A storm doesn’t love you. A storm simply thunders and blows and pours.

One god doesn’t hate you. One god doesn’t love you. One god simply shines on the rich and the poor.

I said my past should not be how it was. It’s such a tragedy.

I said I’ve overcome the odds and now it is a victory.

I said it’s funny what I used to say. Life was just a comedy.

I said this script is old. I sound just like somebody else… that we all call me.

No, that church doesn’t hate you. That church doesn’t love you. That church simply goes about their business… of guilt.

The state doesn’t hate you. The state doesn’t love you. The state simply goes about their business… of coercion.

A storm doesn’t hate you. A storm doesn’t love you. A storm simply thunders and blows and pours.

One god doesn’t hate you. One god doesn’t love you. One god simply shines on the rich and the poor.

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