i washed ashore
out of the coalblack river
i must have fallen off the bridge
but when i walked home
everything was broken down and unfamiliar
like something awful had crept in while i was gone
wandering around my crumbling town
doors boarded up and shops closed down
dreams turned to nightmares,
look around - this is pottersville
drowning in underwater homes
can’t save a cent, the debt just grows
one guess where all that money goes...
in pottersville
they told us wealth trickles from the rich
but no matter how much we give, they just keep it.
guess what? that’s what rich is.
in pottersville
they ruled that money is free speech
but we all know money isn’t free
can’t get a word in when it screams
in pottersville
businesses are people too -
the kind that don’t die, can’t love, won’t do no time
and measure our lives in dollar signs
in pottersville
we do the work, we fight their wars
we spend our lives in sweat and toil
they suck us dry and whine for more
in pottersville
now it’s our turn to steer this thing
let’s drive, though it seems hopeless,
i’ve got to try so my daughter won’t be left behind
in pottersville

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