Dollar For The Man
Who will do the dishes after the revolution?
What do I care. I’m the one who does em now
And all I know is somethin’s gotta change around here
Someway, anyway, somehow

The workday’s gettin longer, the nights are gettin colder
And my body’s aging faster than I am getting older
I’m bustin ass, doin the best I can
But every penny I make’s a dollar for the man

I don’t claim to have the answers but any fool can see what’s wrong
We have fed you for a thousand years, a thousand years too long
Count your profits, mark your margins, pretеnd you cannot hear the cries
Of еveryone you’ve cheated with your promises and lies

The workday’s gettin longer, the nights are gettin colder
And my body’s aging faster than I am getting older
I’m bustin ass, doin the best I can
But every penny I make’s a dollar for the man

Well I listened to the old songs, I vowed not to be moved
Read Kropotkin, Marx, and Goldman, learned the theories that they proved
But somethin still was keeping me from opening my eyes
Us workers haven’t got a chance till we kill the boss inside
The workday’s gettin longer, the nights are gettin colder
Our bodies are aging faster than we are getting older
We're bustin ass, doin the best we can
But every penny weI make’s still a dollar for the man

Sometimes I read the headlines, seems like the battle’s lost
But every single headline was paid for by a boss
And maybe we’re just plantin seeds  we’ll never see full grown
But our children might yet live in peace beneath the spreading oaks

The workdays will get shorter, the nights be filled with laughter
Their bodies sharing pleasure with no fear for what comes after
No upper class, no nations to fall
No need for currency, the word dollar meaning nothing at all
The Digger’s dreams come true, no border walls
The earth at last a common treasury for all