Poor little Rich Kid

Too many peo­ple, too much sty­ro­foam fast foods and cred­it cards we're eat­ing up our home. Too many too much too lit­tle too late when it all runs out will we blame it on cruel fate? Un­der­nour­ished and overfed one day you think you might wake up dead Oh you poor lit­tle rich kid you poor lit­tle rich kid your mama never taught you how to share and your daddy's got no time to even care A hand­ful of hu­mans say they own half of the world well who did they steal it from and how was it sold? It's the giant cor­po­ra­tions against un­born gen­er­a­tions is there a pro­gram that could put the race on hold? Un­der­nour­ished and overfed one day you think you might wake up dead Oh you poor lit­tle rich kid you poor lit­tle rich kid your mama never taught you how to share and your daddy's got no time to even care Is there one child left who has made it through the hunger and the theft? Is their soul still aglow? And how would the rest of us know? Is this human race a test? Did we do our evo­lu­tion­ary best? Oh you poor lit­tle rich kid you poor lit­tle rich kid Your mama re­al­ly needs you now to care your human fam­i­ly needs you now to learn to share. Copy­right 2010 Jaiia Earth­schild Jaiia Earth­schild, key­board, vo­cals David Techau, drums, vo­cals Bo Shores, elec­tric 12-string

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