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CHANGE

When the president takes your money
And you pay with dollar bills
Don't forget to say, "Hey man, where's my change?"
Before he closes the till

Or you can kiss your cash goodbye, sucker
"In god we trust" -- better watch that eye
Fixed on you and staring you down
From that pyramid high in the sky

"In god we trust," but who are we?
And who is he, behind the gates?
"In god we trust," but who are these
Men who keep my change?

Change, change, the clank of the chains
Is the same as it's always been
I'm not looking for a new master
I'm just looking for a few good men

Yeah the kind who do as they say
And say the things that they do
So when you get home with your groceries
You aren't afraid that they'll poison you

"In god we trust," but who are we?
And who are they who speak for me?
In god we trust but who is he?
And what about my change?

Change, change, we're all begging for change
With arms outstretched, we sit at wait
For Santa Clause, for Robin Hood
For someone to do like he said he would

© Laura Meyer, October 20 2011.
Recorded by Steve Rossiter at Axis Sound, NYC
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