From the recording Preachers and Slaves

Lyrics

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