Old Money

Why, why, why?
Old money

Old money don't go walking that's how it got so old
Left to its devices old money would not know
Whether to shit or go blind or how to lift a lid
Old money planting orchards of little rotten kids
Looking down their noses and knowing me to be
A thousand fruitful seasons shy of old money

Silver spoons of dog shit eakin' out their teeth
Expecting you to do it all and basically for free
Well, my word, I would not pay that for any type of help
They say without the slightest clue of how it's done theirselves
A blight among the ash of this American dream
Why? Old money

Why ain't they no relief? Why can't you get ahead?
Why's a guy root, hog, or die till the day he's dead?
Why're you up worrying while your youngins are asleep?
Why? Old money

Birthing corporations raising them up right
Raising them like people neath the ever-watchful eye
Of a government unwilling to raise the minimum wage
It'd only cause inflation, it would not fix a thing
You'd just see prices rising, your milk, your eggs, your cheese
It would not change a thing about the ways of old money

They ain't never punched a time clock demanding it of leads
Or wrestled with the burden of bringing in the sheaves
They sold you up the river, they sold you overseas
Why?