So Songtext
von Tracy Chapman

So you make a little money
Off of somebody else′s sweat
So some people starve a little
While you get fat
While you get fat

So you grind and grind and you
Push and shove
Claim that those most worthy
Will get what they deserve
What they deserve

It can't be true
It can′t be true
Because I've seen too many hungry faces
I've seen too many with the likes of you
Can′t be true


For you everything has its price
You give nothing away for free
If silence were truly golden
I guess no one could speak
No one could speak

You have money at your fingertips
People at your beck and call
And you′re fool enough to think for a price
You can have the whole wide world

For all our sakes
And all our lives
We must hope the words
That come from your lips
We must hope those words are lies

For all our sakes
And all our lives
We must hope the dreams
Soulless visions that you have
Are never realized


So you got a big house
You drive a fancy car
So what if your pockets are full
If you have an empty heart
You snap your fingers
All the waters part
So what if the people bow down
They show you no regard

Your left hand
Always washes your right
So what if you trust in God
If you can't sleep at night
You think you made it
Think you got what everyone wants
So what if you′re a big fat man
With an empty little heart

Who has made a little money
Off of somebody else's sweat
Who watched the people starve
While you got fat
While you got fat

You got fat
You got fat