Tracy Chapman So
So you make a little money Off of somebody else's sweat So some people starve a little While you get fat While you get fat So you grind and grind And you push and shove And claim that those most worthy Will get what they deserve What they deserve It can't be true It can't be true Because I've seen too many hungry faces I've seen too many with the likes of you It can't be true For you everything has it's price You give nothing away for free If silence were truly golden I guess no one could sleep No one could sleep You have money at your fingertips People at your beck and call And you're fool enough To think that for a price You could have the whole wide world For all our sake's And all our lives We must the hope the words That come from your lips We must hope that those words are lies For all our sake's And all our lives We must hope the dreams Soulless visions that you have Are never realized So You've got a big house And you drive a fancy car So what if your pockets are full If you have an empty heart You snap your fingers And all the waters part So what if the people bow down If they show you no regard Your left hand Always watches your right So what if you trust in God If you can't sleep at night You think you've made it You think you've got what everyone wants So what if you're a big fat man With an empty little heart Who has made a little money Off of somebody else's sweat Who watched the people starve While you got fat While you got fat You got fat You got fat
