Tim Fite away from the snakes

Heaven's to Betsy the Man's out to get me
He's raisin' my rent and he's takin' my money
While the rich get rich
Well us poor don't get shit
Except shit on by rich men,
Shit on by women,
And shit on by everyone shitting
Is there a place where I can go
Away from the snakes and the liars?
Heaven's to Betsy the Man's out to get me
He's poking my wife while he's pounding my money
While the rich get rich
Well us poor don't get shit
Except shit on by rich men
Who shit on their women
Is there a place where I can go
Away from the snakes and the liars?
Down by the lake where the wild wind blows
Free from the weight of desire
That's what I'm talkin' about...
You ain't got it, but you want it...
Is there a place where I can go
Where the rich don't get rich
And the poor don't get shit on?
Is there a place where I can go
Where the rich don't get rich
And the poor don't get shit on...
By everyone shitting...
Everyone shitting...
Everyone shitting...
Everyone...
Shitting