We are the corporations
Tune – Glory, Glory Halleluja We are the corporations and we want to rule the earth We know the dollars and the cents that everything is worth And life means only money from the moment of its birth So let’s all cheer for greed. Chorus: We just want to make the money We just want the milk and honey Every day will be so sunny When we are in control! We corporations buy the politicians by the score They need to get elected, that’s what all the money’s for And they do what we tell them, they will even go to war For the corporations’ greed. Chorus: Now you...
Read MoreWhen I’m Ninety-Four
When I get older, losing my health, many years from now Will I still be counting on some Medicare, A two-tiered system, patient beware!! If I’m in need of emergency care, will they lock the door? Will they still heed me, will they still treat me, when I’m ninety-four? I could be clever, stock up on pills, vitamins galore Jog a mile, do a hundred push-ups, too Eat some bran and plenty tofu. Turn up my nose at pleasures like pie, and butter dripping scones Will they still heed me, will they still treat me, If I break some bones. Send them a postcard, drop them a line, stating...
Read MoreGet Sick, You’ll Make Somebody Richer
Oh, listen to the pussy-footing ’round and round the block hinting here and hinting there this privatizing talk At universal medicare they’re starting now to balk It’s now full speed ahead. Get sick, you’ll make somebody richer (x3) It’s for-profit healthcare now!! Two level medicine is great if you’re on top Too bad if all the rest will have to wait until they drop Medicine’s a business that’ll never have to flop And it’s now full speed ahead!! The sicker we ger, the richer we will make them (3x) It’s for profit healthcare...
Read MoreWrinkle, Wrinkle
Tune: Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star Wrinkle, wrinkle, aging star who cares just how old you are? Your hair is grey, your dentures click Your bosom sags and your waist is thick. Your joints all creak, your arthritis plagues. You’ve got all the symptoms of raging age! So sing out…. Hurrah! for age; age, now’s the time to rage, turn the page, get more sage! Hurrah! for age; age, get up on the stage if you’re cooped up in a cage! Our eyes are dim, our tongues are sharp. We go out on a limb–our withs are smart. We’ve got years,...
Read MoreProrogue Song
Tune: Lilli Marlene We’ve got Stephen Harper Thinks he’s here to stay When there’s opposition He won’t want to play There’s no committee hearings now, Embarrassing, and showing how His government knew torture Was what it would allow. He’s our great dictator He calls all the shots Don’t say climate’s warming, Banish all those thoughts. Better to bask in Olympic glow, His close-up’s on the screen, you know It’s nasty Stephen Harper He’s got to run the show.
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