©1999 Dan Scanlan
They would privatize the air, they would privatize the sea
They would privatize the very love there is tween you and me.
They would privatize all space, they would privatize all time
They would privatize your private thought and charge a dollar just to be.
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Oh, the banker loans money / he doesnt have /
But creates with a stroke / of a pen.
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The worker pays it back / trouble and toil / sweating all week
And again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again.
And again and again and again and again and again and again and again.
The public good is made by all in the interest of survival
But the corporados steal at night, in the morning your friends a rival.
Its well-known what they do and yet it is not clear,
For the corporados own the tools: The mainstream news we see and hear
They have privatized the air waves, they have privatized the trees
They would privatize the sweat you seep, and charge for the cool of the breeze.
They have privatized the garden seed, China privatized oolong
They have privatized the peoples voteand the household volt
But Ill be damned if they get this song!
(AdLib, noodling on G7:)
The private eyes peering through the keyhole, to steal with no effort of his own
The excitement of the Common Good to sell at supper on the telephone.
Ending (spoken, four different voices):
Jais Pense, donc jais suis.
I think, therefore I am.
Cogito, ergo spud.
I think, therefore I yam.
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