If This Goes On

D . Bm . G . D

D . Bm . G . A

G . A . D . Bm

Em . G . A

G . A . D

The rich get rich and the poor get screwed and the pundits point at you
And the wise men up in Congress say they don't know what to do
They've got their marching orders to tell us things that just aren't true
Each seat goes to the least unwilling pawn
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.

The Partygoers promised us oppression they would fight
with guns and Jesus and and gritted teeth, minds locked up safe and tight
The occupiers gathered and were welcomed with loaded arms
While the Partygoers danced on their plastic lawn
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.

They took away due process, and locked it in a cell.
Nobody has heard from it, though they say it's doing well.
They promise in a few years it'll get a secret trial
I have to wonder if it's all a con
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.

You say you didn't realize how much control they had
They own your phone and TV set, your books and your iPad
I guess you think it's okay they read your emails to your dad
While the FBI is camped out on your lawn
And I don't know where we're going if this goes on.