week seventytwo: rich man

rich man

my father said redemption is a slow revolving door
that jesus was a poor man but he’s not poor anymore
and like he used to say to the first apostle paul
if you’re stealing from a rich man you’re not stealing at all

i don’t come from money but i’ve been around it some
my friend went to a college that was like a country club
where a hockey player left her lying naked in a hall
if you’re stealing from a rich man you’re not stealing at all

ah na na na na na na
here we are lost again
ah some headline bird’s eye bad guys win
sit on back and take it in

i don’t hate the rich kid or the russian car he rode in
but every puerto rican knows you can’t steal what’s stolen
hotels so high he knows they’re gonna fall
if you’re stealing from a rich man you’re not stealing at all

you could call me robin hood but sonny you’d be wrong
i don’t take it i don’t give it i just write it in a song
i’m a hypocrite i admit a little bit a coward
i get jealous of the boys who exercise their will to power
so go ahead and get rich and play some fucking golf
but if they start stealing from you i won’t blame them at all

ah na na na na na na
here we are lost again
ah some headline fish fry good guys win

it’s endless netflix deathwish racket
it’s lawyers it’s hoarders it’s bankers it’s batshit
it’s one and done bubblegum capital clatter
it’s folk singers secretly want to be rappers
i know that you know this i’m not talking at you
i don’t want to trick you or try to distract you
i don’t want a trophy i don’t think i’m clever
i don’t want to win i want something better
i want you to tell me that you feel it too
the gun in your chest when you’re stuck in your room
the hope and the dread and the trembling hands
the song in your head that you can’t understand
the hate in your heart that could maybe be love
the hate in your heart that could maybe be love
the hate in your heart that could maybe be love
there’s nobody coming it’s always been us