hey mister
band of heathens, the
i think we ought to write a letter to the congress of the united states and tell them what's on our minds
because we're the richest country in the world and we can take care about own people
you know i believe we ought to say something like this
mama got to wash the rich folk clothes
just to keep the rich man from throwing us out the doors
papa look for work with the morning sun
how can you get a job when there just ain't none
if you can fix the nation
why don't you open up your heart and listen to this part
a little child ask for bread with tears in his eyes
we ain't got none and then they both cry
what you doin' to the poor man
lord knows you oughta quit it
tell me how can he smile?
when back at home there's a hungry little child?
why don't you try a new route
listen to the people and hear what they're talking bout
the poor people know that they can't impeach you
they just hoping that their cries will reach you
many singers before me have sung this song
trying to remind you to right this wrong
but what i'm wondering if you ever understand
that rich or poor a man's still a man
when you start to fix the nation
take a real good look at the present administration and then
find someone who can hear the people cry
people out here are trying to talk to you
you know we need help and we ain't gonna wait
get to doin' before it's too late
foreign aid is well and good
but why don't you give some of that money to the neighborhood