Big money still ain’t got enough money
So they con, steal and rob us blind.
People are dying and they think it’s funny
In corporate buildings it’s always sunny
The Big Whigs plan trips to relax and unwind
Big money still ain’t got enough money
So they fatten their pockets with milk and honey.
Outside, Sonny shakes his can hoping for strangers to be kind.
He sings, "People are dying and they think it’s funny.”
“We’re starving, cold indentured slaves, their poor ol’ dummies,”
“Nothing’s free, so food, water and shelter we gotta find.”
“Big Money still ain’t got enough money.”
“We’re sick saps with noses runny,”
“So we go to the hospital, but service is declined.”
“People are dying and they think it’s funny.”
“They say, we can’t treat you, so sorry, Sonny.”
“Then they say, sorry we’re just doing what the law’s assigned.”
“Big money still ain’t got enough money.”
“People are dying and they think it’s funny.”
