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Image   Parade of unemployed, George Grantham Bain Collection, U.S. Library of Congress, LC-USZ62-22193

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As the famer lifts his eyes to god
With a handful of sun-bleached dried out sod
Tweedle Dee and Dum are taking turns
As Congress fiddles while the Heartland burns
As hopes dry up in the July sun
Ain’t it strange nothing good’s been done?

While the poor must fight on alone
Against the skimmers and the grifters come to take his home
And a mother’s losing sleep over mouths to feed
‘Cause the factory’s cutting workers they say they don’t need
Five years since this hard time’s begun
Ain’t it strange nothing good’s been done?

When desperate people march downtown
There are clubs and guns to beat ‘em down
But when the rich man steals to get what he’s got
There ain’t no lawman doing squat
When the banks are robbing everyone
Ain’t it time something good gets done?
It’s time now something good got done

It’s time now something good got done