Dollar Bill Refugee
Tent
city we’re living under the highway
The well
to do wish we’d just go away
If Jesus
was on Earth he’d kick back down here
Instead
we’re fed with looks of fear
I’m a
dollar bill refugee
The
landlord put one over on me
A victim
of the economy
I’m a
dollar bill refugee
At the
mission house you get a hot meal
A full
belly and a prayer what a deal
God in His
great wisdom puts you through a test
All of
us poor we’re doubly blessed
I’m a
dollar bill refugee
The
landlord put one over on me
A victim
of the economy
I’m a
dollar bill refugee
And
poetry my friend won’t pay the rent
While
John’s in the city crying repent
Whispers
of revolution vibrate in the air
As
billionaires laugh without care
I’m a
dollar bill refugee
The
landlord put one over on me
A victim
of the economy
I’m a
dollar bill refugee
Bombs
are falling made in the U.S.A.
More
death and taxes coming your way
All our
young march with a gun in their hand
Zombie
apocalypse legions of the damned
The
American dream oppression of the poor
Jails
overflowing we’re ever knowing war
It’s
only business so don’t take it to heart
Hustling
bustling now do your part
I’m a
dollar bill refugee
The
landlord put one over on me
A victim
of the economy
I’m a
dollar bill refugee
