(Words & Music: D. Hall, S. Allen)


If there's enough to go around why can't I get mine

If everybody knows they've been lied to

If everybody knows it, then why are they waiting

On a gas line

I think it must be a test to weed the best from the rest

But whatever they are doing is driving us

Out of our minds

Driving us out of our minds

But we always take it 'cause


Who said the world was fair

or that we should care

What a way of thinking


The sun is free enough

It's shining there, shining there out of our reach

But if they can, they'll find a way

To make us pay for what we get

When we lay out on the beach