Rainmakers Too Many Twenties
(B. Walkenhorst) There's too many twenties, too many fives Too many numbers in front of our eyes Too many statistics that nobody reads Numbers don't lie but numbers don't bleed Who's counting when it way past plenty There's too many twenties There's too much hush money being passed in the joint Too many bodies hidden behind the decimal point A number's got a name, a name's got a face And a face should have a future and a place that's safe But the chances of that are between slim and skinny There's too many twenties Every second sister's got a fighting chance Of getting hurt at home by a lover's show of hands And every fourth daughter's gonna cover up and cry When she comes home from school saying "Mama, Papa, why?" What are you gonna tell them, just to smile and look pretty and take it? Huh? All you fathers looking in your little daughter's eyes Know that your worst nightmare finds one out of five Don't worry about cancer, aids, or nothing else Just worry about the fact there's a man in the house Till death do us part, man, it do part plenty There's too many twenties Tick tock tick tock tick tock Tick tock tick tock tick tock ten Somewhere another woman just took it on the chin Tick tock tick talk is tough Your sister just had her dignity snuffed Every second counts, minutes equal many There's too many twenties Sound and information are reduced to bites And the voice of opposition to a stereotype The numbers are numbing, they're hard to believe They're blurred by the blood on the balance sheet Stack the bodies in neat little piles of ten And hit me There's too many twenties
