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Blue Collar Lullabye
words and music by Matt Abell
©2004 All rights reserved
 

I must love smelling filthy as the factory where I work
Otherwise, I’d go sweat for some other jerk
Yes, it’s true, you get used to all the chemicals and soot
But the six bucks an hour is no comfort
Come home dead from the dullness to a kid who’s got the flu
Bills unpaid on the floor -- what else is new?
There’s no money for medicine, just religion for the poor
When the child asks you why, what do you do?

So lie
And tell them what their money can buy
To keep them poor until they die
Sing your blue-collar lullabye:
“Shut your eyes and dream of lies”

So much news on the TV, it’s enough to make you sick
A parade led by president and sidekick
Cause the things that concern us don’t go on in picture tubes
Don’t affect gilded dicks or bedside boobs
And yet never would I sell my TV for any price
Can’t imagine a life without that device
Soon my son whines he’s hungry -- I will tell him, “Eat the news”
When the child asks you why, what do you do?

So lie
And tell them what their money can buy
To keep them poor until they die
Sing your blue-collar lullabye:
“Shut your eyes and dream of lies”

We blue blue-collars
Like bumblebees swarm
Around the TV screen
Of green, green dollars
And gawk at what we lack
And hack hack hack
On black black lungers
Full two packs a day
Just like John Wayne
And in our hunger
We cough up our lives
To feed our children...

...Lies
And tell them what their money can buy
To keep them poor until they die
Sing your blue-collar lullabye:
“Shut your eyes and dream of lies”

Dream of lies

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