I wrote this song 30 years ago.

[Zorra]

Same Old Bar

Here it is September, and I'm sittin' in the same old bar,
I see your picture in the paper, and I'm wonderin' just who you are,
Some old politician man, sellin' bombs across the sea,
Are you the Pentagon, an oil man, or AT&T?

Well, I'd rather have a good dog, than a brand new car,
rather have a forest than a new street in my back yard,
Hey Mr. Workin' Man, you been workin' too long, too hard,
Won't you just sit down for awhile, make the bossman show his cards.

They take our money, and they fly to the moon,,
I hear they're raisin' the cost of livin', too,
Television propaganda, keeps us dancin' to the same old tune,
now they're gonna lower taxes for the rich folks here real soon.

Now here it is December, still sittin' in that same old bar,
Seems like nothin' ever changes, I can't change the way things are,
Same old middle class blindness, same old upper class lies,
People when you gonna listen,
I think you've been hypnotized

They take our money, and they fly to the moon
I hear they're raisin' the cost of livin', too,
Television propaganda, keeps us dancin' to the same old tune,
while they're gonna lower taxes for the rich again real soon.

Now here it is December, still sittin' in that same old bar
Seems like nothin' ever changes, I can't change the way things are
Same old middle class blindness, same old upper class lies
People when you gonna listen
I think you've been hypnotized
People when you gonna listen,
People when you gonna rise.

30 years ago.

Same shit, different day. I'm done for awhile.

I gotta go.

(I own all the rights to the song)

[Zephie]

1. You're quite the songwriter Zorra!

You could probably get that on the radio. :)