Will Schmitt

My Society

I’m not a story teller I’ve got no flair for fictions
I write what I know and I have a few addictions
I fall in love so fast and slowly pushed them all away
I trust my fellow man but I don’t trust my society.

They use our minds against us to profit from the pain
There's a million empty churches promising to do the same
While Jesus sleeps upon the steps of the house that bears his name
So the preacher calls the cops and they lock him up again
And he says to the prisoners “at least here they will let you in.”

The poor can’t afford to get the help they need
Because health care is a system that runs on fear and greed
Insurance towers keep on growing and they need to be fed
If you can’t afford the coverage you might as well be dead.

Yes, we’ve got to outperform the previous 3 months
Increase shareholder value and pay those at the top
800 times the wages of those who do the real work
Hey we are just the middle men that's just the way it works.

Its cozy at the top work hard to get there too
Just take from the many and give it to the few
Now get down on your knees and shine my pretty black shoes
Rub them good and hard and if your lucky I might tip you.

I’m not a story teller I’ve got no flair for fictions
I write what I know and I have a few addictions
I fall in love so fast and slowly pushed them all away
I trust my fellow man but I don’t trust my society.

Written and Recorded by William Borg Schmitt
December 7th, 2016