"No Freedom for the Little Man,"
Copyright 2011 Cody Weinmann.
Living in this world,
This great big world
It's not meant for me,
Trying to be hip,
Fighting the urge to bite my lip,
There's no way to be free.
What is the use,
Fighting all the should-dos
Trying to live a life that's my own,
But the feelings against me,
They have grown.
Watching people smoke,
Those big fat cigars,
Walking in the city,
Or driving in their fancy cars,
While I'm sitting here in work or school
Following some big boss's tedious rules,
Oh how I'd like to be in their shoes.
What is grace,
When you try to be nice,
With sugar and spice,
They slap you in the face.
There's no freedom for the little man,
Who walks around calculating his plans,
The districts never understand,
Or care to give you a hand,
You're down on your knees
Begging them to buy, please please,
But you see, they preach what they recommend,
There's no freedom for the little man.
You could buy all the product,
Till you're weighed down,
So much money spend,
It's likely to drown you in debt.
But when you go
And try to sell your own,
The corporate calls your name,
And says, son sorry but we are closed.
So, I'm just a debtor I guess
Never meant to jeopardize the mess,
But I would have liked to share,
A piece of the pie with you,
But I end up screwed.
There's no freedom for the little man,
Who walks around calculating his plans,
The districts never understand,
Or care to give you a hand,
You're down on your knees
Begging them to buy, please please,
But you see, they preach what they recommend,
There's no freedom for the little man.
