This Way
This Way It doesn’t have to be this way, We don’t have to have a dark day, Why is it that greed holds sway? It doesn’t have to be this way… And they march to the drone of the electric hum, Hoping to buy some time in the sun. But given to them is paltry sum, Why is it that only the rich have fun? So, they sweat and save and save and sweat, And are overly grateful for the little they get. While the rich devise even cleverer debt, Assuring the worker his day is coming yet. It doesn’t have to be this way, We don’t have to have a dark day, Why is it that greed holds sway? It doesn’t have to be this way… And the streets they ran with blood and will again tomorrow, And there is no compensation for a mother’s sorrow. But a moldy platitude will be borrowed, While the scent of bribery is closely followed. It doesn’t have to be this way, We don’t have to have a dark day, Why is it that greed holds sway? It doesn’t have to b