From the recording The Days of Convenience

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Lyrics

Rising Young Man

He’s a rising young man, suit and a tie
Never enough money, never enough of the pie
Let me say this to you and yours
Fortunes are made on the backs of the poor

Played football in college til he blew out his knee
Took a management job, the head of team
Went through the ranks with disregard
For the lives that depended on workin’ hard

There is an angle, there is a move
More and more it’s my only groove
How much is enough, when does the boy rest
He’d bring down an empire as a way to invest

Weather change it’s a way to control
How the markets will move when he puts on his show
There on TV in our front rooms
Condescending, patriarchal, spinning doom

Rome may be burning so let ‘em eat cake
If they didn’t see it coming it’s not my mistake
If this was the wild west, sell snake oil to you
And you’d buy it cause y’all need a fix for these blues

There is an angle, there is a move
More and more it’s my only groove
How much is enough, when does the boy rest
He’d bring down an empire as a way to invest

When you own big business, you own the news
One percent win and the rest of us lose
They throw a few crumbs, make you grateful
Full disclosure this is truly disgraceful

If you’re honest, decent, the hard workin’ kind
You’ll end up helping, keep this in mind
A few will make it, you can join the club
You’ll soon be like them and much less like us

There is an angle, there is a move
More and more it’s my only groove
How much is enough, when does the boy rest
He’d bring down an empire as a way to invest

He’s a rising young man, suit and a tie
Never enough money, never enough of the pie
Let me say this to you and yours
Fortunes are made on the backs of the poor
Let me say this to you and yours
Fortunes are made on the backs of the poor
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words and music JCJ