Disappearin' Ink ft. Fairlight Moriah Lyrics

Johnny lost his house today, there’s lots o’ reasons why

But Johnny’s worked hard all his life, always done me right

Johnny loves his country, likes a good clean fight

But Johnny’s been blindsided and won’t be goin’ home tonight

Seems some numbers on some papers wrote in disappearin’ ink

By money changers in temples of Wall Street

Some puppet politicians brought Johnny to the brink

Of losin’ his American Dream

Pretty numbers on fine paper wrote in disappearin’ ink

Don’t put food in Johnnie’s babies’ mouths or shoes on babies’ feet

Don’t keep Johnny’s babies warm when they’re livin’ on the street

Numbers in disappearin’ ink. Huh huh huh

Got a good friend, a stockbroker, she didn’t make this mess

She played by rules made by fools and got stuck like all the rest

If she and me and Johnny are gonna take this country back

We’ll bail out our dreams, but we’re done bailin’ out greedy fool ass

No more numbers on fine paper wrote in disappearin’ ink

By greedy money changers in the temples of Wall Street

No more puppet politicians gonna take me to the brink

Of losin’ my American dream

Maybe I’ve been livin’ beyond my means too long

Maybe the world is more needy, more greedy than it was when I was born

What’s left of my American Dream is too deep, too strong

To let a few greedy fools who went to play money school get me down too long

I know nothin’ bout derivatives, I work for all I get

Give me a level playin’ field and let me do my best

May take a while, but this American child was born to build from scratch

My God, my friends, my family . . . got my back

Maybe I’ve been livin’ beyond my means too long

Maybe the world is more needy, more greedy than it was when I was born

My dream for the world is so deep, so strong

We’re gonna save this world, boys & girls, and we’ll be better off from now on without

Pretty numbers on fine paper wrote in disappearin’ ink

By money changers of the temples of Wall Street

Without puppet politicians who took us to the brink

Of losin’ the American dream

Pretty numbers on fine paper wrote in disappearin’ ink

Don’t put food in hungry babies’ mouths or shoes on babies’ feet

Don’t let me rest easy when I’m tryin’ to get some sleep

So I can wake up to a new American Dream