Steven A. Jent

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Rich Sons of Bitches

Do you ever wonder? Does it ever seem strange

When you work so hard, but nothing seems to change?

There are things going on that you never see.

It's all in the hands of people like me.

It's been this way since a long time ago:

The rich sons of bitches are running the show.

 

We buy whatever we want. We do whatever we please.

We burn a barrel a day in our SUVs.

You may think we're greedy, but we don't want a lot—

Just another Ferrari, another 90-foot yacht

With a waterfront villa in Monaco.

The rich sons of bitches are running the show.

 

This Golden Rule business just never gets old;

We make all of the rules 'cause we've got all of the gold.

But the thing that thrills what's left of our souls

Is having our fingers on all the controls.

It really is good to be the CEO.

The rich sons of bitches are running the show.

 

We never worry what's legal. We never worry what's fair.

We never worry at all, 'cause we really don't care.

We know people get hurt by the things we do,

But we don't give a fuck what happens to you.

We always sell high, and we always buy low.

The rich sons of bitches are running the show.

 

The rich sons of bitches are running the show.

The rich sons of bitches are running the show.

This extravagant lifestyle is all we know,

So we're robbing your nest egg to feed our cash flow.

Whatever it takes to keep the status quo.

The rich sons of bitches are running the show..

 

 



All words and music copyright © 1975–2011 Steven A. Jent