Downpresser

And he's a fat-cat, gimme-that boy
 He built his gates on the downpressed
 He never cared, never shared
 And keeps his faith in a bad religion
 In a bad religion
 Well he wake up in the morning
 But he don't ever see the light
 It's hard to see your evil deeds
 When the greed has made you blind
 You know the greed has made you
 Made you blind
 Oh Lord, I said the greed has made you so blind
 And he's a good-soul, sensi-roll boy
 He built his gates on the Lord's land
 He never steal, never kill
 And keeps his faith in the Lord's religion
 He got that zinc fence
 His only defense
 No running, no running
 No running water
 He never had a chance
 No matter how hard he tried
 He never had a chance, no
 Lord he wake up in the morning
 But he don't go to sleep at night
 He live his life in pieces
 And he holds those pieces tight
 He holds those pieces
 He holds them tight
 He holds those pieces so tight
 Tight, tight...
 Lord I wake up in the morning
 But I don't go to sleep at night
 Well I live my life in pieces
 And I hold those pieces tight
 You know I hold those pieces
 You know I hold them tight
 Lord knows I hold, I hold them pieces
 So tight
 And he's a fat-cat, gimme-that boy
 He built his gates on the downpressed
 He never cared, never shared
 And keeps his faith in a bad religion
 In a bad religion