The Man Upstairs Ain't Listening

The Man Upstairs Ain't Listening
By James Pullen
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Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
There's a factory smoke cloud hangin' low,
In the town where the crops won't grow.
The water's black, the fields are bare,
And the suits in D.C. just don't care.

They smile on screens, but their hands stay stained,
Promises made, then tossed down the drain.

[Chorus]
The man upstairs ain't listening,
While we’re choking on their lies.
They feed us poison, call it progress,
Watch us fall while profits rise.
Oh, the government don’t give a damn,
We’re just numbers in their scam.

[Verse 2]
Needles and pills they shove our way,
Say it's for our health, but we pay, we pay.
The truth gets buried in a paper trail,
While the rich ride free on a golden rail.

Mama's coughing, Daddy's broke,
The land is sick, and the future’s a joke.

[Chorus]
The man upstairs ain't listening,
While we’re choking on their lies.
They feed us poison, call it progress,
Watch us fall while profits rise.
Oh, the government don’t give a damn,
We’re just numbers in their scam.