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The Chosen Few

Rising from your reverie
It’s a rather rude awakening
When you realize the dream is not for you
But for the chosen few

In a trickle-down economy
What trickles down is the misery
Everybody got to pay the piper’s due
Except the chosen few

Now, look around and tell me it ain’t true
The chosen few don’t give a damn ‘bout you.

So the rich keep getting richer
They don’t care and they don’t bother
Just so long as they are doing well
The poor can go to hell

Well it’s just another episode
In the endless war on common folk
In time the many rise against the few
It ain’t nothing new

Look around and tell me it ain’t true
The chosen few don’t give a damn ‘bout you.

 If there’s justice in the afterlife
The common man will stand and fight
Hold the pearly gates and let all through
Except the chosen few

Now look again and tell me it ain’t true
They may be chosen
But there’s a whole lot more of you
It’s true
The piper’s coming soon
For his chosen few