Preachers and Slaves

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Lisa Ann Wright

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PREACHERS AND SLAVES 

 

 

You grew up in the suburbs and your fingernails are clean

Your knowledge of the "working folk" comes from the movie screen.

You knew a farmer once, you said, a real upstanding guy,

But somehow he just made you sad, you never wondered why

 

You sing his praises, "Glory Be to the Common Man!"  

He who mows and milks and lifts up your garbage can

You cry for lofty principles for those of lower class

As long as they kowtow and kiss your million-dollar ass 

 

They will eat, bye and bye, in that glorious land above the sky

Work and pray, live on hay, they'll get pie in the sky when they die

 

Mercedes once came to my house to clean my bathroom floor

If Mercedes bends and stoops for me, makes both of us a whore

So I told her to find a way to buy a Cadillac

When she does that we can be friends and I'll bend my own back

 

So blessed are the meek they say, the mantra of the strong

Without the meek the man in charge can't stay in charge too long.

The simple ways of humble folks are not without their charm

But life is hell and sometimes you must sell the family farm

 

They will eat, bye and bye, in that glorious land above the sky

Work and pray, live on hay, they'll get pie in the sky when they die

 

You grew up in the suburbs and your fingernails are clean

Your knowledge of the "working folk" comes from the movie screen.

You knew a farmer once, you said, a real upstanding guy,

But somehow he just made you sad, you never wondered why

 

 

So you've sold out, and so have I, we're really just the same

My pretty face has set my place, you play a rich man’s game

But I'll console myself with thoughts that I'm my daddy's girl

A farmer's daughter honoring a working-person's world

 

We will eat, bye and bye, in that glorious land above the sky

Work and pray, live on hay, we'll get pie in the sky when we die