99% Lyrics

I got something
I got it in the bag
Don't look at me mister
You'd be better off dead
We got busted for planning
It's in the back of my head
We got morning in the coffee yeah
The blues is back in bed

Mama's in the kitchen
Papa hit the sack
Up all night he's looking
But no one calls him back
Do we pay for groceries?
Or do we pay the rent?
Scrounging in the garbage
We're the 99%
Occupy corruption
Overtake and lead
Even Jesus angered
When he tossed away the greed

Lining up for lunch
People's rights should rule
Lining up for jobs
Corporate wrongs so cruel
Watching our destruction
Or are the 99 ahead?
We won't lose the world to evil
But to those who watch instead

My gal's on piano
She playing it real well
Musing on this blues riff
As we drift on down to hell
We dream of baskets and the babies
Dream of corn and the gravies
Living on empties
Living on maybe, maybe, maybes
Nothing to fall back on
On nothing to depend
We got a sweet sense
We got no cents
We got a sixth sense
We got no sense
We got a sweet sense