The Morbidly Rich

The morbidly rich, they take it all, While the rest of us are left to crawl. Their greed’s a sickness, their wealth’s a lie, And democracy’s the price we buy.

Verse 1

They’re the ones who hold the power,

Counting dollars by the hour.

They twist the truth and bend the rules,

While they laugh at the rest of us fools.

What do you call a class so bold,

With hearts of stone and hands of gold?

They’ve got a name that fits the pitch—

Let’s call them all the morbidly rich.