© 2002 Bill Crozier

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Corporate leaders, corporate cheaters

Corporate bleeders want to zap me

They play my favorite song

So I’ll think there’s nothing wrong

Hope that I will sing along

And I’ll be happy

Small disclaimer

Kills the pain

They claim it’s for what ills me

They take away my cash, add it to the stash

While they’re throwing out the trash

Then they kill me

They want to use my song

But they don’t want to give me any money

I think that’s wrong

I don’t think it’s very funny

They say it so sweet

Sitting high above the street

They want to use my song

But they don’t want to give me any money

You try to tell me, try to sell me

I know hell is hot but is it humid?

So I make my own design

I can save a dime

And when I’ve got the time

I can do it

They want to use my song

But they don’t want to give me any money

I said so long, find yourself another sonny

Go get one for free

While you’re surfing in the sea

They want to use my song

But they don’t want to give me any money

(repeat first verse)