Tracy Chapman
So you make a little moneyOff of somebody else's sweatSo some people starve a littleWhile you get fatWhile you get fatSo you grind and grindAnd you push and shoveAnd claim that those most worthyWill get what they deserveWhat they deserveIt can't be trueIt can't be trueBecause I've seen too many hungry facesI've seen too many with the likes of youIt can't be trueFor you everything has its priceYou give nothing away for freeIf silence were truly goldenI guess no one could speakNo one could speakYou have money at your fingertipsPeople at your beck and callAnd you're fool enoughTo think for a priceYou can have the whole wide worldFor all our sakesAnd all our livesWe must hope the wordsThat come from your lipsWe must hope those words are liesFor all our sakesAnd all our livesWe must hope the dreamsSoulless visions that you haveAre never realizedSoYou've got a big houseAnd you drive a fancy carSo what if your pockets are fullIf you have an empty heartYou snap your fingersAnd all the waters partSo what if the people bow downIf they show you no regardYour left handAlways watches your rightSo what if you trust in GodIf you can't sleep at nightYou think you've made itYou think you've got what everyone wantsSo what if you're a big fat manWith an empty little heartWho has made a little moneyOff of somebody else's sweatWho watched the people starveWhile you got fatWhile you got fatYou got fatYou got fatJ.K. Rowling? Meh, give me Enid Blyton any day!
And nothing,
nothing in this universe beats
The Worst Witch!Labels: Enid Blyton, JK Rowling, Tracy Chapman