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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 Letras de cancionesWatching 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 From Letras Mania