Salt of The Earth Lyrics

You are going to break me down

And all the while claim that it is good for me

Show me all around

All the things that you think I have never seen

You are confident and cool

With your confirmation bias

You like to make the rules

So you can rule them like a tyrant

What is the interest rate on worldwide hunger?

How much can I profit from it?

Tell me how much can I plunder?

Why is the bank the nicest building in the town?

How is it possible that there is not enough to go around?

Dig up the iron so that we can build a factory

And send it down to Detroit to create the auto industry

Take out interest loans and buy up shiny cars

Manufacture roads made of asphalt and tar

Pump them full of gas from petrol stations

Raise us up an army to defend the foreign nations

That supply us with the fuel so we can get away

And live in the suburbs, far away from the machine

Do you not see the irony? Can you not see the game?

With a more efficient system, tell me how much we could save?

If a poor man eats on just dollars a day

Can we not just reallocate everything we waste?

Because the top of the top needs the twenty million dollar

House on the bluff overlooking the water

While the real housewives tell us how hard their life is

The top of the top

Is a special kind of nonsense

You bring a rich man to water

But you know he will never drink a thing

Unless he can make the calculation

Determining the financial gain

The wealthier the man

The poorer he becomes

He cannot even see that life

Is time with his family and loved ones

There is a reason why they call us

The salt of the earth

The people on the ground

Create all of the worth

The people at the top

Do not want to give up what they have

Convinced they deserve it

Believe it or not

They urine test the poor

Before giving out food stamps

But forgive COVID loans to the corrupt upper class

College costs a hundred grand if you are from the lower class

But if you are rich enough, you do not even pay your taxes

Incentivize the media to tell you to buy, buy, buy

Shiny new things are where your happiness resides

The excess is ugly

We are showing our true colors

We focus on our vanity

Instead of caring for one another

I call upon the higher self-conscious

To rise above the greed and the conflict

I call upon the vision of your third eye

To find the way forward to our paradise

I call upon the wisdom of the ancients

To reveal sacred truths of the ages

Life will always be what we make it

Never lose faith that we can change it

Because the top of the top needs the twenty million dollar

House on the bluff overlooking the water

While the real housewives tell us how hard their life is

The top of the top

Is a special kind of nonsense.